Chapter 3
The hotel Kurt and Mike stayed in outside of Hawija was barely one step above “rent by the hour.” They had picked it at random while driving down the street. It had two beds, a bathroom with a shower, a not exactly clean mini-fridge, and TV that appeared to get three channels. Kurt tossed his bag on the bed and then set down the aluminum case with more care. The case held two 9mm, several hundred rounds of ammo and two K-bars, an assault rifle with requisite ammunition and a small quantity of plastic explosives with detonators.
“I hate using someone else’s 9mm without a chance to try it out. People don’t always take care of their gear,” Kurt bitched. He pulled out one of the 9mm’s and began to strip and clean it.
“But you won’t mourn when we leave it all behind either,” Mike s
