Callan’s POV
I’m crouched down with my brothers, hunkered behind a wall that hides us from our target as the afternoon sun beats down on us like an inferno from Hades. Last week a convoy got hit, the personnel all killed and the cargo, a s.hit tonne of weapons, taken. Intel has brought us here, to this derelict building miles from anywhere.
‘Remember the plan, I know the timing sucks, but our intel states the weapons are being moved this evening, so this is our only shot’ Hallick barks. He glares around at us all as he goes over our jobs for the millionth time, and I stifle my groan of annoyance. I know my damn job! Me and my guys are the clean up crew, finding and taking out any enemy still on the property. The guns are not my problem, I don’t need to find them, I just need to protect t
