Chapter Nineteen
Djanet, Algeria
Jay held his breath.
The round from Damien’s mini-carbine struck the guard under his nose. A burst of red and he was gone.
‘You’re clear,’ Damien said.
Jay ran. Without moonlight, the desert was ink black. But his vision was sharp enough that he could weave among the palm trees without much trouble. After that, it took him twenty long, anxious seconds to cover the flat, mostly open ground and reach the back wall of the two-story house.
Pressed against the white bricks, he slowed his breathing and dropped to a crouch. He flipped the folding skeleton stock on his mini-carbine, a SIG Sauer Black Mamba, and wedged it in the soft muscle between his shoulder and chest. He took a moment to scratch a two-month beard. It wasn’t as long as he’d hoped.
‘When yo
