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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title
  3. By the Same Author
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Part Two
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Part Three
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33
  43. Chapter 34
  44. Chapter 35
  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Part Four
  53. Chapter 43
  54. Chapter 44
  55. Chapter 45
  56. Chapter 46
  57. Chapter 47
  58. Chapter 48
  59. Chapter 49
  60. Chapter 50
  61. Chapter 51
  62. Chapter 52
  63. Chapter 53
  64. Chapter 54
  65. Chapter 55
  66. Chapter 56
  67. Chapter 57
  68. Chapter 58
  69. Epilogue

Where both Miller and Ward had gone on to non-military careers, Abbott and Brace had stayed with the life. Abbott in security, plying his trade in the Middle East and then in Singapore. Prior to the trouble with Nathan, that was. While Brace had become a gun for hire, working wherever the money took him. Not always for the ‘right’ people, it had to be said. But then, that was the nature of the beast. ‘We’re going up against traffickers,’ Abbott told him. Brace had always nurtured a special disgust for them. One thing Abbott could count on was that.

The guys caught up. Abbott offering a truncated, condensed version of his life since they last saw one another. He accepted their condolences over the death of Nathan, just about managing to keep his emotions under control.

‘A little birdie told me that you were drinking,’ said Brace. ‘I mean, you always liked a pint. We all did. But . . .’ His eyes went to Miller and Ward, who were both watching Abbott’s response carefully. Brace wore a pained expression, as though he was worried he might have gone too far.

‘No, no, it’s OK,’ said Abbott, addressing them all. ‘You’re right to ask. I’d do the same in your position. No way you want somebody on the team who’s likely to let you down. But you’re going to have to take my word for it that, for the time being at least, I’m off it. Just like in the old days. When you hear what I have to tell you, you’ll understand.’

He outlined the job, giving scant detail. They nodded, saying little.

‘What’s the first step?’ asked Miller.

‘First, equipment,’ said Abbott. He looked to Brace as the team member who was still in the game and could lay his hands on what they needed.

‘We’re going to need NVGs, as well as large dems charges, smaller door charges, solid shot shotgun to take out door hinges and locks in addition to the charges. We’ll need shock tube and detonators. Zip ties. And of course we’ll need weapons. As well as my sidearm, I’d like an FN Scar.’

After the AR-15, the FN Scar heavy and light was the special forces’ favoured weapon. Abbott knew that Brace favoured the SSR – sniper support rifle – which was a marksman version. If Abbott’s previous experience of the men was anything to go by, then Ward would choose the Scar, too, while Miller would opt for the trusty AR-15. They wouldn’t want to make their decision yet, though.

‘What’s our objective?’