The radio stayed silent for almost thirty seconds after the recon team reported they had been spotted and somehow that silence felt worse than hearing gunfire.
Every person inside the clubhouse stared at Casey’s communications equipment waiting for another transmission and finally the radio crackled again.
“Recon one to command.” The man said and Blade reached for the microphone.
“Report.” Blade said.
“We’ll pulling back.” The man answered between heavy breaths.
“What happened?” Drake asked.
“They were waiting.” The man answered.
The room immediately became quiet and I exchanged a look with Drake.
Nobody had to say it but we were all thinking the same thing. Someone had known we were coming. Again.
“Any casualties?” Blade asked keeping his voice steady.
“Negative.” The
