Here’s a little snip it from Fragments:
Ren took a deep breath, held it for a moment and let it out slowly. He repeated the process two more times.
He had reached zero hour, go time. There was no turning back, only moving forward to complete the operation. Strangely, or perhaps not, he missed the comfort of an M4 slung against his chest, the weight and feel of his body armor, the security of his riggings, the snug sensation of tactical gloves, elbow and knee pads, the odor of helicopter exhaust, and the grit of desert sand in the air. The holstered handgun and sheathed knife, along with the sickle in his fist helped a bit, but it wasn’t the same.
He smiled as the green-light drop zone words of Staff Sergeant Bratten came back to him: Boys, the shit’s about to get real. To which Corporal Rollins would, without fail, respond: Yeah, real fun.
Ren placed his free hand on the door handle and peered over his shoulder, giving Cacia an indiscreet wink. “Boys, the shit’s about to get real.”
He twisted the knob and pushed the heavy door open. ... See more
