If it had been anybody other than Archer, he would have yelled at them for checking information that was surely flagged to warn Stricken, but this was Archer they were talking about, and Franks had heard that particular agent even had to take pills to keep his OCD in check. If anybody could poke around in that stuff and not tip off STFU, it was Archer. “Any other potential ties?”

“I just checked the property records. The place was owned by the Air Force up until the eighties.”

“Underground bunker?”

“No record, but it wouldn’t surprise me.” Archer turned the laptop so Franks could see the map. Even one of the most well equipped tactical teams in the world still used Google Earth. “You think this is where they’re building Nemesis soldiers?”

“It’s probable.” Judging by the cloud of demonic spirits hanging around the place, absolutely, but since the others wouldn’t be able to see them, talking about them would just complicate matters.

Cueto moved in to get a better look at Archer’s screen. “That’s a good size chunk of property. They’ll see us coming for sure.” It didn’t matter how much combat experience any particular operative had, Franks had more. “How do you want to play this?”

“Drop men off to approach through the trees here and here. Have your sniper team walk to that hilltop.” Franks pointed at the screen. “They’ll see us coming, but the rest of us will crash our up-armors through the fence there. Spread out, clear the buildings.”

“I don’t have that many men, Franks. Hate to break it to you, but you’re not that popular.”

“I’ll handle it. How are you set for equipment and explosives?”

“Lucky for you the Strike Team got an anonymous but credible report of a hydra in the area, so I checked out everything I could from the inventory. Just from what I’ve got in this truck we could invade and conquer Canada.”

He had lost the case containing his old armor at the shipyard. “Got any armor for me?”

“Why no, Agent Franks, I thought me checking out some sextuple-X big and tall—or whatever the fuck size you are—body armor out of the inventory might have been a touch suspicious. I already had to fabricate an emergency so we could sneak out of the manhunt for a few hours. I guess you can borrow one of my vests, but it would fit you like a tactical sports bra.”

He’d hoped for armor, but this suit would do. At least Franks would go into battle with class. “Our objectives are to secure the Nemesis facility as proof of Stricken’s treason, arrest the STFU that cooperate and shoot the rest, and eliminate all Nemesis soldiers.”

“You don’t want us to capture one for questioning? That could help clear your name.”