CHAPTER 13
RETRIBUTION
Hasan Baradar had had enough of Americans.
The Afghan terror chief wanted to kill every single one he encountered, in fact, and he intended to do so, starting with the woman he’d been sent to capture as part of the great strike against the United States, a profoundly evil nation his funders and trainers had always referred to as the Great Satan.
He looked down and a red haze settled over his vision.
At his feet lay even more of his fighters. They had all been shot, with most receiving two bullet wounds just above the body armor he’d demanded they wear. There was also a single shot to each man’s head.
“How can this be?” he exclaimed, swearing loudly at the men around him. “These are the marks of a professional soldier or a very experienced military contractor, n
