Josh cast him a sidelong glance, his sharp features broadening with amusement. In no mood for small talk, he ignored his partner’s antics and continued down the hall. His skin prickled and he resisted the urge to rub the tiny bumps lifting along his arms as they wound their way deeper into the heart of SKALS’ headquarters.He’d arrived to grim news this morning. Marx had taken a hit in a car crash the night before and though banged up, the commander was still very much alive. One of the new guys hadn’t been as fortunate and Bradley was sporting a few cracked ribs. Part of him regretted the involvement of innocent lives. The other was too damn disgusted with Marx’s survival to care.The overhead lights dimmed then flickered, casting him into darkness for the briefest of seconds and making his stomach churn. The building itself seemed to hum with the sudden swell of electricity pulsing through its lines. He knew all too well what that meant. Someone was getting a healthy dose of reality.
