CHAPTER FIFTY
As they waited for the helicopter on the roof of a nearby high-rise, Brant had a bad feeling. He knew that Steel could handle himself, he had read the man’s service file, and it scared the hell out of him, knowing what this man had been through and what he was capable of. However, the rest of the team was not so indestructible, and he had perceived that the crazy stunts Steel managed to pull off made them all a little more reckless.
He reached down and pulled out his vibrating phone. The screen displayed Tony’s caller ID.
‘What’s up, detective?’ Brant’s attention drifted upwards, caught by the flashing lights from the CH-47 Chinook.
‘Captain,’ came Tony’s voice on the phone. ‘We have a report that an unregistered convoy has arrived at a shipyard in Brooklyn; they are off-
