The President has given the go-ahead orders. The four of you are tasked to take down the pirates and secure the ship. Zone, you’ve been cleared to go.” Zodenko “Zone” Zonovich swallowed his relief, retaining his calm demeanor as much as possible. “Thank you, sir!” He’d downplayed his relationship with the Ambassador’s daughter although he didn’t think his commander believed him. Just a few dates, he’d assured, which was technically true. Rebecca Powers wasn’t someone he could take out on a regular date, not when she was the personal aid to the Honorable Paul Powers, the U.S. ambassador to India, as well as his daughter. No, their secret meetings couldn’t be called dates. And they’d agreed to…cool it…he guessed that would be the term because . . . damn, he didn’t know why he’d agreed to it now. It was over an argument about, of all stupid things, war. He was a SEAL. Participating in warfare was his job. He’d better push all that out of his mind right now.
