6 The GMC Suburban sped over the maze of highways. Separated from the driver by a soundproof partition, Terzi exclaimed incredulously, “You did what ?”
“Like I said: Goldline has been sufficiently compensated. It is fair business; not a con!”
“Six men lost their lives!” Terzi countered.
“They accepted the risks when they accepted the mission,” came Rashnikov’s callous reply. Terzi’s jaw clenched. Before he could get a word in, Rashnikov put up a hand. “You were a soldier once, Aslan. Did you have the luxury of the bigger picture? Those mercenaries were soldiers. They were ordered. They did. No questions asked.”
“And neither should I?”
Rashnikov c****d an eyebrow. “It would have been better.” A pause. “But you are a leader, no? You understand strategy. Sacrifices are necessary for the
