“Where did you get it?” she asked.

Edge shook his head. “You don’t want to know.” He still had friends in the army, brothers in arms. They helped each other any way they could. Edge stayed in touch and was always there if they needed him. In return, they kept him posted on the whereabouts of a certain Special Forces Major Bradley Markham.

Edge might not be a soldier anymore, but he still intended to rain justice down on the man who had very nearly destroyed him.

Next to the drone, a long canvas bag held a brand new MK22 sniper rifle, two extra handguns, and a Mossburg Thunder Ranch twelve-gauge shotgun. Three tactical vests lay next to the bag, one small enough to fit Skye. If all went well, Trace would be joining them when they went into the compound tomorrow night. Trace had been an Army Ranger sniper. Edge hoped they wouldn’t need his skills, but it was better to be prepared.

Edge carefully took the drone out of the box. It was on loan from a friend, a captain he’d taken a bullet for in Afghanistan. Pure reflex, as far as Edge was concerned, but he had saved Rick Emory’s life. The bullet wound Edge had taken had been relatively minor, just another scar to add to a growing list.

Still, the captain considered it a lifelong debt, and a simple request to borrow an army drone wasn’t much of a problem.

Even this very special drone, which fit in the palm of his hand.

The FLIR Black Hornet PRS (Personal Reconnaissance System) was only 6.6 inches long. Its flight time was just twenty-five minutes, but the way Edge intended to use it, much of that time it would be sitting, not flying, transmitting images of a particular area of the compound. It could stay out long enough to get the job done.

Edge couldn’t wait to get the sweet little Hornet into the air.

“Wow,” Skye said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Her excitement matched his. Skye was so damned feminine and pretty, sometimes he had to remind himself she was US Army, same as he was. Or had been.

“Only weighs thirty-three grams,” he said. “Got a mile-and-a-quarter range, transmits color images at speeds up to eleven miles an hour, and it’s damn near silent. They finally got the Hornet down to a price the army could afford, so it just got approved for personal use. This one adapts for night vision.”

Skye smiled. “Perfect for what we need.”

Edge grinned. “Yeah.”

They set up to work out of the back of the SUV. Edge assembled the drone, while Skye linked it to her laptop so they could watch the images on her computer screen.

The drone took off for the half-mile flight to the compound. Edge sent it in at high altitude, circled the perimeter, noting the guards prowling the fence along each side of the property, then eased down to a lower elevation.