T. Lynn Ocean
It might never happen. My early retirement that keeps evading me like a crisp dollar bill in a windy parking lot.
I retired from SWEET after I lost my feeling of invincibility and realized the next bullet speeding my way at five hundred meters per second might manage to hit its intended target. SWEET is the government agency that plucked me from MP duty when I was a young marine, eager to help further their mission of thwarting terrorism. That’s not the real name, of course. Just an acronym the field agents like to use, which stands for Special