Jordan was in the headquarters, as usual, coordinating everything. He heard a beep on his iPad and ran to check.
There, on the screen was a red dot with a name hovering above it in green: Starla.
He smiled and sat down with a heavy sigh. Finally. He could breath easy.
It was not that he didn't believe that she was okay, it was that no one knew what could happen in these missions. They had lost a few of their comrades and since theirs was a small close knit organisation with less than a hundred members each time, it always hit home when they lost one of them.
The last time they lost a moment was last year during their Iraqi mission. They were trailing a drug lord who was also supplying ammunition and guns to terrorists in Africa. They had followed the trail up to Dubai and the
