The compound is lit up like a jewel.
Guards with automatic rifles patrol the tops of the encircling wall and man each of the two security posts outside the perimeter.
Roving floodlights, cameras at strategic locations, and a swath of clear land so the forces can spot intruders coming from a quarter mile away.
And I’m about to burn it to the goddamn ground.
I’m lying belly-down on a large hill in a rocky outcrop far enough away from the compound that my men and I won’t be visible.
We don’t actually have to worry, though.
Not a soul knows we’re here.
“What’s on your mind?” Cillian asks, as he sits down next to me and passes me a bottle of water.
I crack it open and take a sip, but what I’m really craving is something much stronger.
“The game has been planned for a while now,” Cillia
