![]() ![]() ![]() Blade stared at the man pictured on the first slide. Ghost dragged out a keyboard and called up a slide show. “Mandarin is a necessary skill for this assignment. Though scratch that, because with those two you just never knew. They wouldn’t reveal a skill unless they had to.īlack switched back to English. Ghost and Mendez watched them with interest, but Blade was pretty certain neither man spoke Chinese. I learned Cantonese because that’s the primary dialect there. ![]() “My parents were international bankers,” he continued in Chinese. I also speak Cantonese.” Blade answered automatically before his brain processed the fact that Black had spoken in Mandarin. ![]() “You speak Mandarin,” Black said casually. He sank onto the seat again, his gaze darting between the three men. If Ian Black was involved, you could be sure this assignment was going to be sketchy as fuck.īlade got to his feet, but Mendez waved him off. A third man strode inside, and Blade’s gut tightened. His second-in-command, Alex “Ghost” Bishop, followed. So here he was, still wondering what the CO had meant by his cryptic comments about an assignment and a woman. Shortly after he left the gathering, he’d gotten a call from Colonel John “Viper” Mendez ordering him to come in to work. An hour ago, he’d been at a housewarming party for one of his teammates. ADAM “BLADE” Garrison sat in a conference room at HOT HQ and waited for someone to tell him what the hell was going on. ![]()
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