Noble Beginnings

What do you suggest we do?

CHRIST,” BILL EXHALED LOUDLY AND grabbed the back of his head. “Let him go. Put the table back.” Nathan and Jim let go of me. I turned, pressed my back to the wall and inched toward the far corner of the room. The two men slid the table to the middle of the room. Bill stood in front of the door, his head turned. The three men nodded at each other. Bill cracked the door. “Yeah?” The voice responded low and hushed. I couldn’t make out the words. Bill covered most of the door with his body. Nathan hung back in the corner nearest me. Jim stood a few feet from Bill. Bill took a step back, looked over his shoulder at me and shook his head. “Nathan, watch him for a minute.” “OK,” Nathan said. Bill and Jim stepped out. The door closed behind them. Nathan walked backward to the door. He kept his eyes on me. “Bet I could take you down,” I said.

grabbed Frank by his shoulders. “Let me do the talking.” Then I pushed him toward the room. I wanted Frank to enter first, figuring it would cause the man to feel a little

Two and a half relaxing months passed in the blink of an eye.

I nodded. It was pretty simple. Eight years now and we knew the routine. We do our job. Only here, our job had been castrated down to nothing but a security detail while they did the work that would get the glory. Hopefully they’d get it soon and ship us back to the U.S.

was why Bear went on high alert. There

armed, but they had the cover of night on their side.