CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
4:15 p.m. West Africa Time (10:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Forward Operating Base (FOB) Desert Lion
Diffa, Niger
“How soon?” Luke said.
Dunn shrugged. “Ninety more minutes. Give or take a few.”
It was almost time to go. The days were short this time of year, and the shadows were starting to grow longer. They would cross the border as soon as the sun was gone.
Ed, Luke, and Dunn were armoring up. The Special Forces guys knew where they were going and were sympathetic—they had handed over an arsenal.
Luke had an MP5, loaded, with ten extra loaded magazines salted in the pockets of his new, dark green and black camo pants and vest. He had a six-inch hunting knife with serrated blade. He had a tiny Derringer .45 strapped to one calf, and second knife, a four-inch
