Chapter 42
G13COMM. Colorado air base.
In the series of barren, dark cubicles, illuminated only by the fluorescent ceiling lights, the G13COMM teams working on Operation Darkwood hunched over their desks. Colonel Wexhall walked briskly along the corridor that joined them together, glancing through the glass of each one with a stony glare.
Nero and his handler, whoever the guy was, had slipped his grasp, gotten clean away and he needed to resume the trail. First, his own men had screwed up on the ship. Then the AUC couldn’t even deal with them in their own damned jungle.
Wexhall entered his private office and paced around the room. He stared at the blank wall at the back. He should get a big painting up there, a battle scene and a damned glorious one. The phone rang. It was the encrypte
