They needed a game plan. In the field he’d counted on the top level guys on his team to analyze the opposition and the dangers of the mission. Strengths. Weaknesses. Tim had known every guy on his crew, trusted them with his life. He’d known the personalities of all the players. He knew who to talk to when the crazy visions started going on in his head, who would listen to his warnings and who wouldn’t. But he never went it alone. Never tried to argue logistics on the ground or outsmart the toughest sons of bitches on the planet. He got them in and out, and he watched their backs.
But this time there was no clear enemy and no team to brainstorm. No spook to give them a hint about what the hell was really going on. No information. And no control over the game. That was the most frustrating
