SEAL Team 13 (SEAL Team 13 series) by Evan Currie Read Free Book Online Page A

lethal mistake, and at thirty thousand feet you really only had the one.
    Besides, look at what they were missing out on. A nice night, decent enough music, and a fabulous bottle blond who was laughing at all the right places. He slipped an arm around her back, and smirked inwardly when she leaned into him.
    His smirk died when he felt that telltale twitch along the hairs at the back of his neck. Trouble was on its way; he could always sense it.
    Alexander leaned forward, shifting to look down at the far end of the bar. In the loud blare of music he almost missed the soft whish of air where his head had been, but the shocked scream from the blond at his side would have filled him in anyway.
    He twisted, lifting his elbow to just the right angle to miss the man at his left, and connected with the man who’d just tried to knock his head off from behind. His attacker grunted in surprise, falling back as he clutched his injured face.
    “Oh, terribly sorry there, sir. Are you all right?” Alex called over the music, affecting a puzzled expression.
    Bad call, apparently, as the music cut out halfway and his voice carried across the bar. Apparently the band liked to watch fights in progress.
    Great.
    The man got himself straightened up and glared at him. “What are you doing with my girl?!”
    On the other hand, there are some upsides to flying I hadn’t considered.
    “Look, pal, I didn’t see your brand on the lady anywhere,” he said sarcastically, “and last I checked she wasn’t screaming for help. If you have a problem with her having a good time with someone else, try talking it out like a man rather than throwing a fit.”
    That was, apparently, not the right thing to say. The man’s face reddened until Alex wondered if he’d have a stroke right there; then he lunged in with both arms swinging.
    The way the fool was telegraphing himself Alex didn’t even have to tap into his more esoteric abilities; he just twisted his head slightly to let the punch flash past, then leaned back to avoid the next. When the third came, he evaded it just as easily, but realized a moment later that the swing would connect with the woman he’d been chatting up.
    A meaty smack echoed through the bar as the man’s fist found itself stopped a hairsbreadth from Alice’s face, engulfed in Alex’s hand. For a moment neither of them moved; then just as the man started to swing again, Alex exploded into action.
    His free hand swept out, chopping the man’s throat lightly enough not to cause permanent harm, then looped back and hooked his ear, tugging it back. He swept the man’s face forward into the bar, then released him, allowing him to bounce back.
    As the attacker hit the floor, three other men, presumably his pals, strode forward. Alex rose to his feet and smiled at them, and they instantly froze. When they looked into his eyes, they saw nothing but black—no pupils, no irises, no whites of the eyes. Just endless black.
    They all blinked and fell back as he strode forward. When they looked again, everything was normal, but by then the man they’d almost attacked had stepped over their friend and calmly turned to face Alice.
    “Terribly sorry, Alice. It could have been fun.” He smiled, tossing a glare at the man by his feet. “Some people have no manners at all.”
    Alexander Norton shrugged apologetically, then headed for the door as the crowd parted to let him through.

    BARROW, ALASKA
    “Hey, Sheriff. How’re things going?”
    Leland Griffin turned and smiled at the woman who was walking up the street toward him. “Fine, Sal, you?”
    “Oh, you know, same as always.”
    Leland chuckled, nodding. “Don’t I know it, but that’s why I live here, Sal. The reliability.” The sheriff looked up at the sky, noticing the darkening tint. “Sun’s going away.”
    “It does every year.” Sally sighed as she paused by the sheriff’s four-by-four. “I hear there’s been some trouble in the fields.”
    “You know I