How did he get so lucky? Here they were, arguing and he'd snuck up on them.
“Get their packs. Get the damn stone."
The exchanged a glance, but let the men take their packs.
“Tie their hands and then tie their hands together. We need them mobile, but subdued."
He turned away, opening his satellite phone. “We've got them."
He nodded as he listened to the other end, someone halfway around the world who shouldn't be getting calls from rebel factions.
He smiled. He could bring this guy down, but first he needed to get the chosen one to the top of the mountain.
***
Q let Madison walk in front. With their hands tied behind their backs, it was rough. Especially since they were tied together with a long rope.
He worked at his knots with fingers nimble from putting together gadgets.
“I'm h
