14
“It’s a goddamn fortress,” Conway leaned against the hood of their white Corolla. They had driven by it once which let them view three sides and were now parked a kilometer away where field became hard desert and there was no one to overhear them. In the heat of the day there wasn’t even anyone to see them.
Baxter and Burton had passed by the back the compound in a small delivery truck and nodded in agreement.
“We only saw the one guard earlier.”
“Now there are ten.”
“And that’s only outside the wall.”
“What about air support?”
Chris shook his head. “No available helicopters. No additional teams either. They’ve got a big push going against a Taliban training camp and ammunition supply chain up by Khost. All they can offer us is a C-130.”
“A Spooky?” Conway sounded excited. A “Sp
