Page 120 of Scars of Fate

“What?” I asked.

Boone pointed toward a name.

I moved closer.

The list contained every member of the rescue team.

Every medic.

Every soldier.

Every operator from the Brave.

One name was circled in red.

Mine.

Beside it, someone had written two words.

PRIMARY ASSET.

Beneath my name was another.

LUCAS SPENCER.

His was marked differently.

TERMINATE ON SIGHT.

Cold spread through my body.

Lucas took the roster from Adam.

He stared at the order beside his name.

Then he folded the paper and tucked it into his vest.

“Well,” Boone said. “That seems personal.”

Lucas looked toward the road where the SUV had disappeared.

“It is.”

Adam raised his radio.

“All teams, report.”

One response came after another.

Wounded.

Alive.

Still fighting.

Then Russ called from inside the overturned transport.

“We have a pulse!”