Chapters (96)
- Cover
- Berkley titles by David Ricciardi
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHARACTER LIST
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EIGHTY-TWO
- EIGHTY-THREE
- EIGHTY-FOUR
- EIGHTY-FIVE
- EIGHTY-SIX
- EIGHTY-SEVEN
- Children of Fallen Patriots Foundation
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The warlord had laid out two rules: First, there would be no Americans and no Russians. Though it was for different reasons, the warlord trusted neither. Second, with the exception of his fellow Somalis, no more than two men could come from the same country. Yaxaas had a keen understanding of human nature and he knew that he was hiring renegades. He didn’t want any factions developing within the team that might challenge his authority.
The Norwegian had been the first to join. Trained to be one of his nation’s elite Marinejegerkommandoen, he was six feet two inches of lean muscle, with piercing blue eyes that were constantly in motion and analyzing everything he saw. But while he could look at any man and instantly assess the threat he presented, the Norwegian had no such ability with the fairer sex. After a string of weddings, affairs, and divorces, he found himself deep in debt, so he started pulling private security jobs in combat zones, where the pay was five times higher than he’d been earning working for his country. Yaxaas promised him double that.
The second hire was the Pole. He’d spent eight years as a member of the Polish Jednostka Wojskowa Formoza, serving four tours in Afghanistan, where he’d earned a reputation for being highly accurate with a rifle but too quick on the trigger. He’d once nearly started an international incident when he killed several noncombatants in pursuit of a high-value target. The JWF had discharged him for it, but he was exactly the type of man Yaxaas was looking for.
The rest of the warlord’s men had similar stories and were hired from the Kenyan Special Boat Unit, the Turkish Maroon Berets, the Italian Gruppo Operativo Incursori, and the South African 4 Special Forces Regiment. Yaxaas added several Somalis as well, men who’d proven themselves in the early years of piracy and could learn from, and support, the foreigners.
But there could be no learning on the job if the warlord’s plan was going to work. As always, secrecy was paramount. There could be no outside knowledge of the team, much less its tactics. The men trained for months before their first mission. Selection was conducted. Men who washed out of the top-tier boarding teams were recycled into boat crews or shore teams. Those who still couldn’t find a home simply disappeared.
Forever.