Greg Ellwood's voice dripped with sarcasm as he tilted his head back, swirling what remained of his wine. "So what you're telling me is I should be grateful to you three, is that the sum of it?"
"No, that's not what I meant, Mr. Ellwood..." The lead mercenary stepped forward, his hand half-raised in a placating gesture, but Greg cut him off before he could finish.
"I don't want to hear another word out of any of you."
In Greg's eyes, these three were nothing more than dead weight. They carried the title of elite international mercenaries, yet they had delivered absolutely nothing. All reputation, zero results. Overpaid frauds collecting a paycheck for standing around.
What Greg didn't know, what he couldn't possibly understand, was that those three men had just walked to the edge of de
