Death went on sale...Covenant Series, book six...
"Lucky for her, he was already skimming down to his skivvies and pulling that awful, sweaty suit on when he wasn’t quite sure how successful Pak was going to be with his first attempt at a midnight jaunt."
"Once on, done."
"He used to hear operators use that explanation as to why they would spend endless hours geared up and ready for an op that never happened. He used to marvel at men who would sit up on deck in the shade and nap in rubberized gear for hours on end."
"These last few months, he has to fight the urge to sleep in that nasty rubber blanket. The thing is heavy and hot, it pulls down on you and makes you feel oddly at ease. Even when you know what you’re capable of when you have it on."
"Not to liken what he is to men doing the countries business. Hell no. He knows better than to liken himself to real heroes. What he is, is death. Death without honor, without merit, without glory or pride, justice, or even reason. Simple death. Gory for the sake of gore, bloody for the sake of blood."
"He is only what they made him."
"Lucky for her too since he didn’t wait long as she started to put on her show down in that lobby. She managed to mop them up pretty quick but it was flashy, literally, that bird must have tossed two or three of those sick grenades. Any passersby, any bored or easy distracted hotel stays like him, anyone who wasn’t already busy would notice the commotion she was making. NYMPD already had a call in, he could hear it on his scanner in the room. He had ten minutes, maybe twelve before the scene would be carpeted in pigs who were likely as not only a step or two removed from full fledged Triad shooters."
