6
“Oh, you people. You always bring me the best and the worst news.” Fred Smith practically crowed with delight.
Tanya glanced at Carla, who shrugged amiably as if a garrulous CIA agent was somehow normal. She’d found most of them to be taciturn, misogynistic bastards with crappy ideas of what international cooperation with an ally was supposed to look like. That no mere CIA agent—outside their black ops Special Operations Group—could even understand, never mind match her level of training didn’t seem to dent their American air of superiority. And the SOG was so dark and dirty that even she didn’t want to mess with them.
After trekking back upriver to the boats and calling for a pickup by the Night Stalkers, their team worked their way back to Medellín. At least she assumed they were a
