Squad - Ryan-s Rescue

, the muscle, kept his massive arms folded, scanning the treeline where the bioluminescent ferns were beginning to glow. “We don’t have five. The fauna here gets chatty after dark. And hungry.”

Ryan’s Rescue Squad wasn’t a team because of orders or ranks. Ryan-s Rescue Squad

Ryan grinned—a small, fierce thing.

As the ground began to cave, as Jax lifted the boy onto his shoulders and Kael triangulated the extraction point, Ryan thought about all the people who had told him a squad like this couldn’t work. Too messy. Too emotional. Too unofficial . , the muscle, kept his massive arms folded,

“Port thruster’s shot,” he said, not looking up. kept his massive arms folded