“Where is he?” Murphy mumbled.
“Right behind you,” Marc said calmly.
Despite the soft voice almost every man turned around with weapons drawn. Marc remained where he was, letting the dull light visually identify him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re too quiet…Sir?” Murphy asked.
“My wife actually,” Marc replied in a neutral tone that somehow sold the line.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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