Noah couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to tell Mason what’d come up. Guess he’d had too much other s**t on his mind. He smiled at Mason, who appeared as if he sat on the edge of his seat waiting to hear what Noah had to say.
Noah’s smile grew. “One of the guys I’m working with is leaving after the next mission. He’s hooking up with his brother-in-law who works for this private security firm. They do a bunch of s**t for high level CEOs, celebrities, but one of their main clients is America.”
“What do you mean, America?”
“Just what it sounds like. They do a lot of s**t alongside, or in place of the military. These guys—and girls—fill a niche created by the drawing back of troops—the military’s need to outsource. They go in where only Special Forces once trekked. And the people, they’
