Six Minutes To Midnight. Elle James

      She watched and listened as each of the SEALs answered, and she committed their names to memory.

      “Diesel.”

      “Pitbull.”

      “Buck.”

      “Big Jake.”

      “Harm.”

      “T-Mac.”

      Her heart skipped several beats when T-Mac spoke. He sat in the seat opposite, his gaze on her. When no one else spoke, he winked and touched his finger to his own microphone.

      Kinsley realized she’d forgotten to say her name. With heat rising up in her cheeks, she spoke into the mic. “Anderson and Agar.”

      T-Mac grinned.

      A moment later, the helicopter lifted off the ground, swung out over the Gulf of Aden and then turned south, back over the Horn of Africa.

      The sun had sunk low on the horizon, bathing the land in a bright orange glow.

      If they hadn’t been headed into a potentially hostile environment, Kinsley would have enjoyed the view, the sunset and the warm wind blowing in her face. But this was her first real combat assignment. She wasn’t scared, but she was anxious to do well.

      She sat back in her seat, forcing herself to be calm. Agar needed her full focus. He sensed her every mood and emotion. He needed to know she was in full control of herself as well as him. They’d trained to save lives by finding dangers lurking beneath the surface or behind walls.

      For the duration of the flight, she concentrated on reducing her heart rate, breathing deeply and going over everything she’d learned in the intensive training she’d been through with Agar. Dogs weren’t deployed unless they were ready. And dog handlers didn’t last long in training if they weren’t capable, consistent and calm. She’d excelled along with Agar.

      All of her training had been for more than inspecting vehicles entering through the post gates.

      Agar nudged her foot with his nose and looked up at her.

      Kinsley rubbed the dog’s snout and scratched him behind his ears.

      He laid his head on her lap, as if sensing her unrest.

      When Kinsley glanced up again, it was to stare across the darkening fuselage at the SEAL seated across from her. Though she resented feeling like she had to be babysat, she was glad she had someone with more combat experience watching her back.

      All too soon, the helicopter touched down. The second one landed beside it.

      Kinsley removed the helicopter headset, slipped her helmet on and latched the buckle beneath her chin. She exited the aircraft and stood to the side with Agar while all twelve SEALs alighted, checked their gear and waited for the signal to move out.

      T-Mac approached her and handed her a small electronic device. “You’ll need these earpieces to hear the team as we move through the village. You’ll have to keep them up-to-date while they’re looking for our traitor.”

      Kinsley fitted the device in her ear and spoke. “Testing.”

      Big Jake took charge, giving directions, performing one last communication check on their radio headsets.

      After everyone checked in, Big Jake gathered them in a circle. “The village should be another four clicks to the east. We need to get in, clear the rubble of any enemy combatants and wait for the handoff. Any questions?”

      Big Jake nodded toward Kinsley. “Take it, dog soldier.”

      Kinsley’s heartbeat quickened. This was it. She and Agar had a job to do, lives to save and explosives to find.

      She tugged on Agar’s lead, sending him in the direction Big Jake indicated. She allowed the dog to run out at the extent of the retractable lead and walked behind him. She carried her rifle in her right hand, the lead in her left.

      T-Mac fell in step beside her, his specialized M4A1 at the ready position.

      Darkness had settled over the landscape with a blanket of stars lighting their way.

      Agar zigzagged back and forth in front of her, his nose to the ground, tail wagging, moving swiftly enough that Kinsley had to hustle to keep up.

      One kilometer passed without incident. Then two. As they neared their target, Kinsley slowed Agar, encouraging him to take his time. The team had chosen to approach the abandoned village from the west, establish a defensive position and wait for the party to start. The handoff was supposed to take place at midnight. That gave them a few hours to get in place and hunker down.

      From what some of her more experienced counterparts had reported, sometimes it took hours to navigate a quarter-mile stretch. If their adversary considered the location to be worth the effort to defend or sabotage, they could have rigged it with land mines or trip wires hooked to detonators.

      Glad for T-Mac’s protection, she led the SEALs toward the crumbled buildings at the edge of the little village.

      As they neared the closest of what was left of a mud-and-stick hut, Agar stopped, sniffed and lay down on the ground.

      Kinsley’s pulse quickened. “He found something.”

      She marked the spot with a flag and bent to scratch Agar behind the ears, then gave him the command to continue his search. Within a few feet he lay down again.

      Marking the new spot, Kinsley worked with Agar, moving a few feet at time, ever closer to the village, at what felt like an excruciatingly slow pace.

      “I don’t like it,” T-Mac said. “If they have a sniper waiting in one of those buildings, they can easily pick us off.”

      “Unless they figure the explosives will alert them to anyone coming in from this direction,” Big Jake said into Kinsley’s ear.

      She ignored the chatter and continued until she and Agar had identified a clear path to the village through what appeared to be a short field of submerged mines.

      Once inside the crumbled walls of the village, Agar moved from structure to structure, sniffing without lying down.

      Kinsley didn’t let her guard down for a moment. After encountering the mines, she wouldn’t put it past whoever set them to have more hidden treasures to keep unwanted visitors out.

      She had Agar enter huts along the way, clear them and move on, aiming toward the center of the village and the road that led through the middle.

      All the while, T-Mac remained at her side, his weapon ready, hand on the trigger.

      As Agar neared the building on the edge of the road, he slowed. His hackles rose on the back of his neck and he uttered a low and dangerous growl.

      Kinsley dropped to a squat in the shadow of the nearest building.

      T-Mac followed her movement and knelt on one knee at her side. “What’s the growl mean?”

      “Someone’s nearby,” Kinsley whispered.

      T-Mac held up a hand where the others could see his command to stop.

      Kinsley didn’t dare look back. All her focus was on Agar and what was in front of the dog.

      “We’ll take it from here.” T-Mac rose and started forward.

      Kinsley caught his arm before he could move past her. “But what if there are more explosives?”

      “You’re not going any farther.” T-Mac glanced down at her. “Bring Agar back.”

      Kinsley didn’t like being relegated to the rear. She’d come this far; she wanted to complete her work.

      Before she could bring Agar back, the dog turned and entered a building, his growls increasing in volume and intensity.

      Kinsley hurried after him.

      “Wait,” T-Mac