Free Boomtown by Lani Lynn Vale

sniper for our unit, and hasn't relinquished that position, even after I left.” He finally answered.  
      I looked over my shoulder at max and he nodded confirming Sam's answer as correct.  It’s not that I don’t trust Sam’s answer, it was just that I wasn’t sure what to make of this.  
      "Ok, but what does this have to do with me. Why was it in my truck?" 
      "I don't know, but I intend to find out." he said. "Be careful and keep your eyes open. Let me know if something doesn't feel right to you, or if you need anything. Here's my number in case you lost it the last time." As he handed over a card and silently walking away back to wherever he came from.
      I put the card into my pocket and turned to Max. He didn't have much more to say than Sam, but did say Janie and I could stay with him if we wanted to. I declined his offer, but told him I would call if I experienced anything else weird, and drove back to work.  
      What was that all about? They both acted like something really dangerous was written in the note. Unless they knew a whole lot more than they were telling me, which meant I needed to do some digging.
    SAM
     
      As she pulled out of the driveway I glanced at Max and said, “I’ll be in the office.”
      He nodded gravely, and I walked at a fast clip into the office.  I reached for the phone in my pocket and dialed James.  He didn’t answer, so I left him a voicemail to call me back immediately.  Hopefully he didn’t take as long as he did last time.  A couple of weeks ago I called to confirm some last minute information with this new business, and it took him nearly a week to get back to me.  I was used to this though.  When I was active, we could possibly be black for months.  I was lucky he got back to me that fast.  Now, I was just hoping he got to me much faster that was normal. 
      This was bad.  No one outside of our old unit, and James’ new unit knew that he was the team’s sniper.  The higher ups didn’t even know.  Our unit didn’t officially exist.  The secretary of defense had his first officer form this unit, and only select few knew who and what we were. 
      When I was drafted for this unit, I was an officer with the Rangers.  I graduated top of my class in Airborne, RIP, and then Ranger school.  Luckily I had already taken over ninety college hours before I graduated from high school, so I was able to get my college degree, then apply for OCS, and was accepted.  I rose through the ranks after OCS, and had just made first lieutenant with my old unit when I was noticed by Warren Kelley, the SecDef’s first officer. 
      We held off an attack at a post that was imperative to the Afghan government for over three weeks.  Our Captain and four other members of the unit died before additional help arrived.  Jack and I were able to hold the post, but only just barely.  Our belief in the cause was shattered however.  When Kelley offered us the chance to join this unit, we did deciding that we had nothing left to lose.  Jack and I had joined right out of high school, and neither of us had much family.  He had his dad, and I had my mom, but both had moved on with their lives, and had other people besides us. 
      Our new unit was formed in a little over a month.  It consisted of nine men:  Jack, James, Gabe, Elliott, Max, Dougie, Justin, Malcolm and myself.  I was appointed to Captain of the unit, much to my surprise. 
      Only a select few men knew who and what we were.  We performed under the radar of all other military groups, and we were only called in when there was no other options.  We were trained killers, and that was all we did. 
        This could only mean very bad things.  I felt a sick bubble of fear knot into my stomach.  Yes, this could only be bad.  In the meantime, we would have to watch Janie and Chey like hawks. 
     
    CHEYENNE
      
      The rest of the day seemed to crawl by. I texted Ember to see what she thought about