The Swift Security Series

Saving Erin

Book one of the swift security series

Chapter one

Jake's point of view

My name is Jake Swift. I go by the nickname of Swifty for obvious reasons and also as I like to get the job done ASAP. After leaving the army two years ago, I set up swift security; most of my employees are ex-army. They are not just my colleges and friends. They are my family.

So here I am at the age of twenty-eight, running my own security firm that hires ex-military men and women. It's hard when you first leave the army to settle into civilian life. When I first left, I was so lost away from the military lifestyle. So that why I started my own security company. We supply security and trained bodyguards to anyone that needs it, and thankfully my gamble paid off. Swift security is really starting to make a name for itself now, and I have supplied bodyguards to politicians and pop stars all over the world.

Yeah, I'm doing okay....actually, I'm doing pretty damned good for myself.

I've organised a weekend training trip with part of my team up in the mountains where I've rented an old log cabin. It's winter, bitter cold, and the weather can get rough up there, but the area is empty, and no tourists are crazy enough to rent the cabins this time of year, and the team need to get some severe weather training in.

You never know what situation might arise, so we have to be prepared for anything, and that includes this training, yes. It's hard and takes a toll on your body, but I know my team. They thrive on this shit.

"All loaded, boss. Do you want to go through the checklist?"

Tank shouts to me.

So let me introduce you to the first member of my team.

Tank, aka Zane Micheals, age thirty-two ex-army special forces his nickname is Tank, why? Because he's built like one, the guy is enormous. He's the muscle of the group and now works for swift security.

I double-checked and rechecked the list with Tank as every bit of equipment we have is vital for this type of training, especially when you're fighting the elements up in the mountains.

I laugh as Maddog yells "

Yeah, let's do this."

Maddox Lennox, age twenty-nine, nickname Madog, for apparent reasons hes ex-army special forces and hes also my IT expert he now works for swift security. You guessed it. He's the crazy one of the group, Madog he likes a challenge and the crazier, the better.

Anyway, that's my two guys in the team.

That just leaves me with Laila, the baby of the group at twenty-five and also the only female on the team; she's an ex-army medic and a crazy ass chick just like her brother Madog. Have I said she could kick any man's ass? The only thing that bothers Laila is the cold

"Fuck, it's cold."

I hear her grumble. I laugh. Yeah, that's why I've picked Laila for this exercise; she needs to get through this.

She pulls her hood up over her head as she comes out of the bunker. I know she hates the cold, but cold weather training is survival training, and it's something every member of the team has to do.

"Want me to keep you, warm baby?"

Tank says as he laughs at Laila

"Fuck off, big guy, that's my baby, sis."

Madog makes me laugh as he defends Laila. It's all just banter; this is how my team roll.