J. KNEW MANY soldiers shut down their emotions. A few had become more robot than human, especially on missions. He’d been taught to keep emotions in check. It was difficult to shoot straight while screaming like a Girl Scout. His training had also taught him that directed emotion could sharpen the senses and make a man more efficient. Some emotions, however, were never useful.Impatience being one of them.TP-01 had landed smoothly in Mexico City, and all but the team had deplaned. Every person on board had been sworn to secrecy by the president of Mexico himself, and everyone seemed to take his words as promise and threat.Two hours passed in near silence. Sleeping seemed the wise thing to do, and J. J. gave it a shot. No dice. Pete and Jose found a deck of cards and played some game J. J. didn’t recognize. J. J. tried to read a newspaper someone left behind, but his Spanish was too lacking to make out more than a few sentences. He tried pacing, but the others gave him the stink eye, so he settled in one of the seats.He wanted to look out the window, but the plastic shades had been closed.
