Blind Rage: Team Red, Book 4 Read Online Free

inspections not an effort to circumvent building codes; we were trying to ensure secrecy for the classified work which would be done there. Oh, and Gil is friends with a supervisor in the building inspection division. Another ex-Marine like him, who’s willing to overlook many of the discrepancies, as long as proper codes are utilized during the building process. Truth be told, the structure will be more than sound; overbuilt according to the planning I’ve heard.
     
    As I came more fully awake, courtesy of the coffee aroma saturating my sinuses, I replayed the past two weeks in my mind. Since the meeting with Russ, a steady migration of Mustangs began moving from southern California to eastern Washington.
     
    Russ’ first order of business was to assign six men who would function exclusively as PreClan’s security detail. The grounds would be patrolled and the house security consoles watched 24/7 by these men who were dedicated to guarding the property while the military contract was in its critical stages. Six additional men became the first trainees for Bas and David’s program; they would cross-train with the first group to gain rudimentary knowledge of the PreClan software before advancing to the intricacies of the system as it is used in military applications.
     
    Russ originally hesitated to bring so many people up from San Diego before the Compound was ready, but the need for security was undeniable. Bas elected to begin training a half-dozen people to help with installations and upgrades, as David would be unavoidably overwhelmed. For the next few months, David’s focus would be Marcia’s cancer, and helping his son adjust to both life in a new city and the impending death of his mother. The more people who trained, the faster the software could be integrated with the current military computer systems. Eventually, the goal was Bas would only be required to personally oversee the most delicate aspects of each set up and install.
     
    Second on Russ’ agenda, was assigning men to Team Red. I originally thought the guards would feel resentful to be overlooked for the more prestigious PreClan detail, but each of them were quick to assure me they volunteered specifically to work with Red and me. Frost put it succinctly last night; if I was safe, David and Bas could concentrate on their task without worrying about my well-being. Fritz and Dex had worked with us before, so they were aware of the mind-speaking capabilities Red and I shared. Jaspar and Frost (who pulled me aside and politely requested I stop calling him Chris) learned about our mind-speak secret after they signed on as our escorts.
     
    Bas, Russ, and I were planning a mind-sight demonstration for the Team later this morning. After a few heated discussions, Russ for, and Bas against, I broke the tie which determined Team Red’s detail should be aware of our talents—all of them—so they could better protect us. I argued, if I inadvertently exposed the vision sharing aspects while we were on a mission, it could sidetrack our security team. Better to have them watching people paying too close attention to Red and me, than have them distracted watching me to figure out something which puzzled them. We’re hiking down to the fish hatchery after breakfast, out of sight from cameras and drones, and in the opposite direction from the campsite of Army combat engineers, to show our escorts exactly why Russ insists we be closely guarded.
     
    I yawned and stretched, relaxing into the cushions for a few more minutes of peaceful contemplation before the hustle and bustle of a new day. The voices in the kitchen quieted, indicating my wakening state was noted by the men. After a moment, the comforting low hum of their voices resumed.
     
    It had been quite challenging to billet the additional people. Since sleeping quarters are shared, and there was a total lack of personal privacy, Russ decided he wouldn’t accept women to the project until the Compound was