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Myles flipped them all off and settled into his chair next to his close friend, Ash.
This was why he loved his fellow team members. These were his brothers in blue, and being SWAT meant that he had to trust them with his life.
And he did.
Myles never thought he would have found another group of men he’d grow close with. Once he’d left the Army, he’d made sure he stayed in touch with his former unit. It wasn’t like Myles had a choice. He’d spent years with them. Most times he had been deployed in the gutter of the world. Holed up in some God-forsaken part of the earth with them. He’d gone to war with those men, bled for them—killed for them.
His unit, the 25th Infantry Division of the US Army, nicknamed Hell’s Devils, had been to hell and back. Their nickname was given to them while serving in Afghanistan. The unit had been deactivated, and most of the men had hung up their green berets. Some returned to civilian life while others chose the same as Myles and served in law enforcement.
Looking around the room, Myles knew there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his current teammates.
“Don’t be jealous, Zain. I’m sure we can find you a few—”
“Morning!” Mac barked, storming through the door.
Declan was right behind him.
Silence blanketed the room with the presence of their two sergeants in the place. By the expressions on Mac’s and Declan’s faces, there would be no joking around.
They meant business.
“Morning,” the squad echoed.
Declan shut the door and took his seat in the first row. Mac walked over to the podium and laid some papers down on it. He paused and met the eyes of each man.
Mac was a tough-ass. He held the respect of every man on the team. Between him and Declan, they led their squad with an iron fist.
“SWAT tryouts are coming up tomorrow. We are potentially searching for one or two members,” Mac began.
Myles sat up farther. Tryouts were an essential part of choosing a new member. They had to ensure the person would be able to not only keep up with the intense training but also fit into their close-knit group.
“What time are we to show up?” Zain asked.
“O six hundred hours,” Mac replied. His gaze landed on Myles, and he gave the nod.
Myles had been charged with leading the physical endurance portion of the day.
“How many applicants?” Myles asked.
“I believe we’ll have about eight who signed up,” Declan answered. He turned his chair around to face the room.
Eight wasn’t a bad number. Not all would survive the rigorous workout. If any of the people made it through the day, they would have the chance to progress. The second part of applying for SWAT was an interview in which they had to be invited.
Each member of the team would be responsible for assessing every applicant. The person would have to be chosen to interview with Mac and Dec. If they passed them, then the person would move up the chain of command before a decision would be made.
“Anything special you need from us, Myles?” Mac inquired.
“Just for everyone to stay sharp when observing the applicants. We’re going to go through the regular drills. Let’s have some fun and hopefully find our newest member.” Myles glanced around the room.
It didn’t need to be said that they were choosing another member of their clan. Most people didn’t get to choose who was part of their family. This was the one time they could. This person would be someone who’d have to be the best at everything, someone they could trust.
SWAT’s missions were perilous. A second’s hesitation could cost someone their life.
This new member would need to impress the shit out of the entire team to advance.
Last year at the tryouts, no one passed on to interviews.
“Next on the agenda, I want to briefly update you on the upcoming training exercises,” Mac announced.
