Chapter 3
Clint and four of his top shooters edged up behind the last clump of fire bush to look out at the camp. Terrence said that’s what it was, just another withered creosote look-alike plant to him. They’d left the vehicles a mile back where they could be on site in ninety seconds. The desert had chilled during their hike in. It was now an hour to midnight, the darkness was thick and the puffs of their own breath showed up on the NVGs, even if it wasn’t cold enough for them to make white vapor clouds. Have to breathe shallow and through their noses when they got in close in case they had any NVGs for their guards.
He’d wanted to ride into camp hell-bent and take them by surprise, but there were prisoners and hostages at risk. He had to secure as many of them as possible before the b
