Chp. 4
Marcus slept soundly, but not deeply. He'd learned to balance the two in his time with the Unit. Sleep when you can, eat when you can was what the army had taught him. Suddenly, the cell phone on the nightstand vibrated.
Without opening eyes, Marcus reached for it and sat up. Then he subconsciously used a phrase he'd heard his father use more times than he could remember.
"Go for Blane."
The End
Author's note: I was kind of bored with this fic. I've got several in the works right now, but I didn't want to leave this one hanging. I might do a sequel.
