Call Of Duty Cold War Adler Novels & Stories

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”

"Someone in this room has to own a lighter, I'll probably ask your cousin." "Kobie doesn't smoke you bitch." Delilah hissed at Arielle who couldn't get enough of her reaction. "Fine. Let me tell you something.." Arielle says hooking the cigarette in between her fingers. "One of the hitmen wears an eye patch." Those were her final words before bidding Delilah a good night. Delilah stood alone wondering which person in the entire room was her hitmen. A part of her didn't think this was real, while a whole of her was panicking.

~ Reed called at the two-and-a-half-hour mark. "I found Adler," he said, no preamble. "He's alive, he's eighty-three, he's in a retirement facility in Bellingham, and when I told him I was calling about the moonhunter research he didn't ask me which one." A pause. "He's been waiting for someone to call." I put the phone on speaker. "Did he know the fourth moonhunter," I said.