CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
4:03 p.m. West Africa Time (10:03 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
The Skies above the Sahara Desert
Near the border of Mali and Mauritania
The SRT jet streaked west.
Ed and Dunn were up front, sprawled out across the seats, sleeping the best they could. They were the smart ones.
Luke sat in the back of the long narrow cabin, staring out at the bright sky and vast, endless desert far below them. His open window shade was the only source of light in the airplane. Leaving Niger had been the right thing, as far as he was concerned. They were the Special Response Team, and in Luke’s mind, the special in that name meant a lot of things.
It meant hard-hitting, certainly. It meant the potential for a wide range of activity, from intelligence gathering to hostage rescue, to c
