“The Admiral got wind of this about two months ago. He pulled his jacket back down and to the untrained eye; it looked as if nothing was there. XXX The members of SEAL Team 12 were subjected to countless tests to try to determine why they were different. She walked with the confidence of a pro and he noticed how most of the men in her immediate area turned to stare at her with lust in their eyes. And their eyes give them away as something other than mere technicians.”
Martin met his eyes, “Your opinion Master Chief?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say they were a Sweeper Team Skipper.” The Master Chief replied without hesitation. “Her name is Anja Peterson.” Martin replied slowly, his voice carrying with it a hint of deep feeling. They were dressed in black fatigues and wore balacavas over their heads, hiding all but their eyes.
