CHAPTER 17
BARADAR
“Shoot him!” Hasan Baradar loudly urged his two remaining men, heedless of attracting the rip and roar of gunfire coming from the road just to his right. He didn’t think the American who’d just killed four more of his own men could see into the stand of trees in which they’d all hidden themselves, and so he felt safe in having his fighters direct their rifle fire at him.
Alone among the survivors in his terror cell, Baradar still had a pair of night vision goggles -- in addition to the AT4 anti-tank rocket he carried on his back, of course. He now knew just why he’d ordered it brought to him by one of his fighters, a man who’d been killed not ten minutes ago in the woods to their rear. That had been in a separate clash with some sort of American police officer who’d c
