Chapter Twelve
Mark was trying to get his head around where they were going. The men on this team, he’d learned, were from all over. Along with him, there was a former Oklahoma sheriff, an Alaskan deputy, two former Navy SEALs, a former marine, someone from the French Army Special Forces, and a former Canadian intelligence officer. Then there was a former CIA agent, one whose resume had also included time in the Navy and then as a private contractor.
For the life of him, Mark couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the least qualified person there. He was geared up in military fatigues, carrying what felt like a mountain, with a rifle across his lap, a sidearm, and more ammo than he thought he’d ever need. He rode stuffed in the middle of the back of an SUV, following a Humvee that carrie
