Maverick

PECKER FILETED WITHa butter knife. Balls removed with flaming pinchers. Starving hyenas feasting upon his privates.And those were the least gruesome scenarios of what Guy McCann would rather be facing--or more accurately where he'd ratherbeat the moment, he thought with a smirk as he waited impatiently in Colonel Carl Garrett's outer office. Fort Benning, Georgia--the last damned place on God's green earth he'd ever wanted to be again. Though there was absolutely no true humor in the situation, he chuckled darkly anyway. A grenade of nausea sat in his gut, threatening to detonate and his entire body vibrated with the need to flee--to be anywhere but here. It was too much. Too hard. Regret, failure and grief twisted his insides until his fists involuntarily clenched and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, forcing away the image of his fallen friend. Danny Levinson. Killed in action. His fault.Guy released a small breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. While other people gazed across the beautiful grounds of Fort Benning and saw a rolling landscape dotted with enormous old trees, Guy only saw...hell. His own personal variety, because being here was like being plugged directly into the worst part of himself. The last time he'd sat outside Garrett's office it had been to barter for his freedom. He'd thought at the time that he'd be willing to pay any price, would grant Garrett any favor--the colonel's fee for pushing their clearance papers through. He, Jamie Flanagan and Brian Payne--his friends and Project Chameleon comrades-- had been involved in an off-base brawl that could have held them up indefinitely. And considering that the army had tried every way in the world to get the three of them to rethink leaving the military to start with, Guy had to admit that they'd handed the top brass the perfect opportunity to make that happen. Garrett had pulled a hat trick and for that he would be forever grateful. Grateful enough--grudgingly, of course-- to even come back here for a week. As an instructor, no less. But it was only a week he reminded himself. Actually, less. Five days. He blew out a breath. Five miserable days, then the rest of his life would be his own and he could return to Ranger Security--his post-military career choice--a free man. Not free from the guilt, of course. He'd never get past that, wouldn't allow himself the luxury. But free from Garrett and the military, at any rate. It was a start, however feeble. "The colonel will see you now," Garrett's secretary said, startling Guy out of his unpleasant reverie. He nodded briefly at her, then stood and strode into Garrett's inner sanctum. An impression of power and the strangely comforting scent of cherry tobacco greeted him the instant he entered the room. Garrett sat behind a large gleaming desk, but found his feet and extended his hand as Guy approached. Despite Garrett's choice in their favors-- Jamie had been sent to Maine under the impression that he would be guarding the colonel's granddaughter only to arrive and discover that he was supposed to seduce her away from another man, and Payne had been dispatched to Gettysburg, the object of a bet, to retrieve a pocket watch which had been rumored to have belonged to General RobertE. Lee--Guy had nevertheless always had the utmost respect for Garrett. He was a patriotic old warhorse whose piss-and-gravel voice had been honed on the battlefield, then later respected in the boardroom. Furthermore, only a hell-raiser could recognize another hell-raiser and Guy had caught that reckless fuck-you identifying spark in Garrett's sharp blue eyes the instant he'd first looked into them more than four years ago. "So, how does it feel to be back?" Garrett asked, his face wreathed in a knowing smile. "It sucks." Garrett chuckled. "Blunt as usual, I see." "Blunt works." He settled himself in one oNelson, Rhonda is the author of 'Maverick ', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373792870 and ISBN 0373792875.