Wendy looked on her husband sadly, her eyes wet with tears. Concentrating on recovering the commando team, with the body of her dead brother-in-law aboard, was one of the most difficult things she ever had to do. But Patrick was all business—never shed a tear, never sulked, never really looked at his brother once they were brought aboard. He helped carry the litter off the CV-22 Pave Hammer tilt- rotor aircraft until two other men took the body away, and then he got right back to work. She could feel the pain inside him, even though his face and features didn’t show it.

Patrick issued a voice command, and his fibersteel exoskeleton automatically detached itself from his body. He stepped out of it and pressed a code into a hidden keypad, and the exoskeleton folded itself up into a package about the size of a small suitcase. He plugged the pack into a wall outlet to recharge it, set the exoskeleton aside, sat down at the head of the conference table, then plugged his battle armor into another available outlet. Patrick, Wendy noticed, still had Paul’s blood on his hands, his wrists, his arms, and his face—he hadn’t even slowed down long enough to wash it off.

“We launched a FlightHawk recon aircraft while you were on your way back, Patrick,” Wendy began in a low monotone voice. “We did detect radioactive elements in the atmosphere over Samah consistent with a number of nuclear warheads, so some of the rockets you destroyed were nuclear. The bad news is, we also detected VX nerve agents, also consistent with a number of warheads, maybe as many as a half-dozen.”

“Holy shit,” Hal Briggs breathed. “With an SS-12 they could hit Rome, Athens, Istanbul, Tel Aviv .. .”

“Or Cairo, Alexandria, or the Suez Canal,” Patrick added. “And Libya has a number of ex-Russian long-range bombers, tactical fighters, coastal antiship, and ship-borne weapon systems capable of delivering those warheads too. They could hold all of southern Europe at risk.” Patrick looked at his intelligence briefing notes. “Our private intelligence sources told us there might be as many as six other bases, including two more secret bases like Samah, hiding ballistic missiles armed with nuclear or chemical warheads. I’d like to set up a complete reconnaissance schedule with as many FlightHawks as we can, scanning every square foot to try to locate the other missiles.”

“Agreed,” Chris Wohl said. “We can have a strike team standing by either offshore or in Egypt to move as soon as targets are located.”