Ghostwalker 08 - Street Game

screwed, Mack. If it’s as bad as I think, that bastard paired you two. You were already attached physically and emotionally. Good luck.”
    Mack knew Kane was referring to Dr. Whitney’s infamous breeding program. He had paired GhostWalker males with some of the females. Kane had served a short period of time at one of the breeding facilities—in fact, he’d aided some of the women in escaping. Brian had also served at one of Dr. Whitney’s facilities. Few knew where the doctor was working; he moved in secret and was heavily guarded at all times. Mack and Kane had come to the conclusion that it was not in anyone’s best interest to work with or near him.
    Kane had testified in a closed hearing, as had Brian, turning over evidence of Whitney’s breeding program to Sergeant Major Griffen, as per the chain of command, but the meeting had been top secret and no one knew the outcome. The men had rejoined Team Three under Colonel Wilford’s command and had gone on several missions. Griffen worked directly under the colonel and presumably had turned all evidence and reports over to him. Kane didn’t talk about his time with Whitney, but he hadn’t slept much since and he’d definitely been searching for someone. Mack was fairly certain it was one of the women he’d helped escape the breeding compound.

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    Mack still had trouble believing such a thing had existed.
    “Tell me about pairing. What is that?”
    Kane sighed. “Are you sure you want to know? Sometimes it’s better to keep your head in the sand.”
    “Tell me about Whitney,” Mack insisted.
    Mack did his job and took his men where the sergeant major directed them. They had a damn good record when it came to rescuing hostages from cities where no one knew who was the enemy and who was innocent. He enjoyed being enhanced with all the added things it allowed him to accomplish, but the rumors he was hearing about some of the experiments Whitney had conducted along with the genetic enhancements made him realize they were dealing with someone who might be brilliant but as mad as a hatter.
    “He’s been allowed to do whatever he wanted without answering to anyone for so long that he believes himself above the law, above even the president. He considers himself a great patriot and defender of the country. He believes the end justifies the means.”
    “So basically you’re telling me that everything Jaimie told me about him and his experiments is probably true and I should have listened to her.”
    “Yeah. That’s what I’m saying. I said it back then too. She’s too damn smart to ignore.”
    “I hear a reprimand in there.”
    “I’m just saying, you hurt Jaimie again and I’m going to tear out your heart and feed it to you.”
    Kane sounded casual enough, but he wasn’t kidding. Kane, like most of his team, was protective of women. Mack’s mother had been the one stable influence most of them had. All of them had developed what the psychs referred to as being overprotective. And maybe they all were, but when it came to women, they didn’t like anyone messing around with them.
    Kane had risked his career, his life, everything he was, to do the honorable thing and help the women get out of the facility where they were being held. Orders or not, as far as Kane was concerned, what Whitney had demanded of them wasn’t honorable. He had done everything in his power to take the evidence to the commanders to get it stopped. Now Kane had a deep distrust of Whitney and the chain of command, which meant Mack did also. Ever since Kane had returned from that assignment, Mack had watched his best friend’s back even closer.
    “I hear you.”
    “And the next time she tells you something is a red flag, put your damned ego aside and listen to the woman.”

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    “I’m all about the listening.” Mack sounded as pious as possible.
    Kane rolled over and groaned. “I’m getting back on the couch. I swear, if we’re staying here for any length of time, I’m buying a bed tomorrow.”
    “We’re staying. And you’re getting soft. You’ve slept on the ground more than you’ve slept in a bed over the last few years. You’re also getting old.”
    “Says the boss from his superior position on a nice soft bed.”
    “It’s a single bed, Kane. It may be soft, but there isn’t much to it, and lying next to her is killing me.”
    “Then move, you stubborn bastard.”
    “Not a chance. I’m establishing my territory. She’s not going to let me