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Chapters (88)
  1. Titles by Mark Greaney
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. CONTENTS
  7. Epigraph
  8. CHARACTERS
  9. PROLOGUE
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  88. EPILOGUE

Court ignored Zack and addressed Hanley again. “There are two of us. We’ll need some equipment to do this right.”

“I gave Zack the authority he needs to gain access to a cache there at the Point. It’s got anything you could possibly need.”

“I don’t have credos to go anywhere on base.”

“Taken care of. Plus, I’m sending Travers down in a helo to pick you guys up and bring you back into this area.”

“Chris Travers? He’s a pilot?”

“Not much of one, but he’s learning.”

Court didn’t feel terribly comforted by this, but he had a feeling he’d just taken on an assignment where dying in a helicopter crash would be the least of his worries.

70

Court and Zack both felt like two kids who had been left alone overnight in a candy store. By the time they turned on all the lights in the massive underground storage facility to see what they had available to them, the two ex–CIA employees felt like they could fight a small insurgency.

The underground warehouse was the size of a supermarket. On shelves, in lockers, and in numbered squares on the floor for reference and restocking, thousands of items sat ready for the taking. Small arms and ammunition, knives, motorcycles, rubber boats, parachute rigs, night vision devices, and communications gear. Climbing equipment and helicopter fast ropes, camouflage uniforms, and snow skis. Explosives, crossbows, medical supplies, GPS units, and even horse saddles.

They selected kit for their job ahead, although there were a lot of questions about just what they would be getting themselves into. Two guys hitting a building with an opposition force of eight to ten was bad enough, but Court and Zack knew precious little about the capabilities of their enemy, and absolutely nothing about the building itself.

They went with general-purpose gear: pistols and carbines, a sniper rifle with a suppressor for Zack, and an ultra quiet small-caliber suppressed handgun for Court. They stocked up on ammo and magazines, body armor, radio headsets, medical equipment, ropes, knives, and other accessories useful for men in their profession.

They also equipped themselves with grenades and explosive breaching charges.

Zack whistled after he and Court looked at everything they had selected to take with them on their op. “What do you say you and me say screw it to Hanley and instead go invade some Caribbean nation? I think we could orchestrate a coup in Dominica, maybe even Grenada. Make our own laws and live like kings.”

Court ignored him, because something had caught his eye: a door that read Experimental Locker.