Then he said, “Save the stand-up routine.”
That got their attention.
Brennan wasn’t an especially loud man, which meant when he sharpened his voice, people tended to listen. He was thirty-eight, rangy, broad-shouldered, with the flat blue eyes of someone who had seen enough combat to stop narrating it afterward. He had led men through night raids in Yemen and rescue operations in the Horn of Africa. If he was irritated, it usually meant somebody had earned it.
He crossed the hangar and stopped beside Nora.
“This is Nora Halbrook,” he said. “She’s attached to the task force for this operation. What she says in the next hour carries the same weight as what I say. Is that clear?”
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