CHAPTER 88
“First flight. This is Second. Three minutes to objective. Follow us down.”
Anders hated that the operation had been taken out of his control, but he could still feel that iron hand that had been clamped around his windpipe. The guy could have snapped his neck as easily as a twig, even The Troll had never left him feeling so helpless.
He’d always known he was a man of action, right until the moment he was begging for his life on the tarmac at Pease airport. So conveniently quiet in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. So quiet, he could die there and no one would notice.
When Stenman dropped him, he’d fallen onto all fours. The Special Operations Forces jerk had yanked out Anders’ wallet and inspected his driver’s license. He threw the wallet back at him with enough force to hurt. Th
