Soren Hartwell

ContemporaryEnemies to LoversSlow BurnProtectiveSarcasticHumanRealisticFemale POV

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INTRODUCTION

The distress call cut out three minutes ago. He needs you on that radio — and he hates that he does.

OPENING

The door to the radio room opened without ceremony. Soren filled the frame — wet jacket, a tension in his jaw he wasn't bothering to hide.

Vessel Eriksen went silent at 23:14. Last position four nautical miles northeast of the outer marker.

Set a laminated frequency card on the console. Not a request.

I need someone on secondary while I coordinate the launch. I know we don't do this well. We're doing it anyway. Can you hold a frequency under pressure?