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I would burn down the entire world until I had my wife back in my arms.

“Lock ‘em and load ‘em, boys. It’s hunting season.”

CHAPTER 26

“It is well that war is so terrible, otherwise we should grow too fond of it.”

—Robert E. Lee

Beckham

I’d never wanted to be in the middle of a war but that’s exactly what it felt like at this point. All I’d been able to concentrate on during the last two days of preparation and travel had been getting Kenya back. Yes, I cared about what the Death Squad had planned. I was eager to see them go down in flames but for an entirely different reason than most.

We’d scrambled to ensure all the main assassin cells were covered and that they weren’t aware our various soldiers working alongside members of the DEA, ATF, various military organizations, and other local law enforcement agencies were standing by for a roundup of the assassins.

Although everyone had a feeling it was just going to turn into a bloodbath.

We were only a mile away from the compound’s entrance. With the contacts members of the Brotherhood had at the Pentagon, we not only had an exact location of the underground facility but had used infrared scopes to locate the recently installed security cameras. In addition, there were mostly invisible trip wires that James had worked tirelessly in discovering a way to shut down the sensors.

It hadn’t been as difficult as initially thought. Electricity was needed. While the compound had been designed with solar attributes and the use of natural gas, given the carved-out location in the mountains with thousands of square feet completely underground, a form of electricity was still needed.

I wasn’t going to assume I understood all the various details I heard from James and the various engineers already commandeered to be on our team, but I understood they had switching off the system under control.

At this point, my main concern was getting my wife from the clutches of madmen.

If she was still even alive.

I’d faced that ugly fact soon after the horrific tragedy, but I refused to believe it. Something told me she was still alive.

And if she wasn’t, there wouldn’t be enough of the fuckers left to imprison.

Constantine sighed as he moved toward me, crouching down where I was. “I just authorized the go on the media blast. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Too little, too late,” I growled. We’d had to calculate the possible mass hysteria, tempering the broadcasts with the help of some experts. We’d had to get it approved by trusted members of the Pentagon but no one else knew the blasts were coming.

“Stop worrying, my friend. We will get her back.”

The group had been lucky in that none of the other women had been injured, all following their safety protocols and making it to the panic room. Using our soldiers as staged wedding guests had paid off.

Their quick and trained reactions had been the reason only the men stationed on the outlying limits of our line of force had lost their lives.

It only added to my list of reasons to be pissed off.

Twenty-five of my men had lost their lives in the attack. Twenty-five.

A few of the Brotherhood’s men in addition. Every Brotherhood member was out for blood.

The fuckers hadn’t covered their tracks very well, but they’d used methods of subterfuge, pretending to be tourists while coming on land, alongside using boats and landing well enough away they’d remained under our radar. I had to admit the attack had been well coordinated, but given what they didn’t know, their arrogance would be their undoing.

The upper echelon of the Death Squad truly believed they could impose the hostage environment they’d set out to create.

Over my dead body and a lot of others.

“Good. Let’s get this over with. I have a honeymoon to get to.”

“Yes, you do.”

“We go in, we destroy. We leave.” I was on my feet, adjusting the assault rifle on my shoulder.

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