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The new police chief hadn’t earned my hatred yet.

Kundi and Burki were shouting at Harruck, pointing

to the ground, and then gesturing back up to the foot-

hills.

Shilmani was there and came over to me. “The guns

belong to Kundi. He says he bought them from the Tal-

iban.”

“Do you believe that?”

“It doesn’t matter what I believe. What matters is

that you can’t take them away, but I know you will.”

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I raised my chin to Harruck. “Well, he’ll have to con-

fiscate them, and no one’s going to be happy about that.”

“He speaks English?” Harruck called out to me.

“Yes, he does. His name’s Shilmani. He works for

Burki.”

“Then come over here and help me translate,” said

Harruck. “They’re talking way too fast for me.”

“Do you really need me here?” I asked Harruck.

“Yeah, I do,” he said.

Behind us, the rifle squads had finished up with their

extinguishers, and the pickup trucks and Hummer were

still smoldering. I’d grown far too used to the stench of

burning rubber.

While Harruck went back over to Kundi and the water

man, with a tense Shilmani forced to go along, I pulled

Warris aside. “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, I was tell-

ing you that if you think I’m going to filter my plans

through you, you’re dreaming. Okay?”

“Looks like you’ve got some good plans here, too.

Pissed off the locals. Got a whole sweeper team killed,

one of your own guys killed.” He gasped. “All right,

that was too far. Sorry . . .”

“Wow, when did you grow a pair?”

He puffed air. “The situation has changed. They

brought me in here to clean up an old man’s mess. I’m

hating it. I resent you for putting me in this situation.

And every time I set eyes on you it’s an instant replay of

that ass-chewing you gave me back at Robin Sage. I still

hear about it to this day.”

I balled my hand into a fist and drew it back.

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He sensed it coming. “Do it. Do us both a favor.”

“Mitchell?” cried Harruck.

He kept calling me by name in front of everyone, but

who was I to argue at that point? They were going to

dump it all on me anyway. I staggered over there like a

drunk and didn’t realize I was favoring one leg until

another pain needled up the hip and into my spine.

“Why were the minesweepers out here?”

I played dumb. “Uh, you told me you were going to

find out.”

“They had specific orders to sweep the other part of

the field.”

“Wish I could help you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I stood there, my gaze traveling a thousand miles

away.

“Scott?”

I finally looked at him. “What?”

“I want an answer.”

“I don’t know why the sweepers were here. And I

guess you can’t ask them. Maybe they got lost. Or maybe

they wanted to check out this side of the field, too. Who

knows . . .”

“You sent them here, didn’t you?”

“Guys, let’s get this under control,” said Warris.

Harruck looked at him, cursed, then told him to shut

the hell up.

Warris recoiled, stunned.

“I need to be with my men,” I said, my tone growing

even more sarcastic.

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“And I need an answer,” snapped Harruck.

“All right, let’s cut to the chase, then,” I said. “I got

a four-star behind me and my mission. And I was per-

fectly within my mission’s envelope when I ordered the

field searched. I was defending my perimeter and pro-

tecting my men. The problem here is mission conflict.

All three of us are doing exactly what we should be

doing—which is why we’ve got a problem.”

“Why didn’t you notify me of what you did?” Har-

ruck asked.

“I would have . . . eventually.”

He gave a slight snort. “Well, I got the entire United

States Army supporting my mission, Scott. And it will

take precedence.”

Kundi drifted over to me and raised his finger. “You

went with Bronco. You talked to my father. You know

the right thing to do now. These weapons belong to us.

Don’t let anyone take them.”

“What’s he talking about?” Harruck asked.

“I don’t know. They smoke a lot of opium here. They

forget things.”

“This isn’t over, Scott. It’s just begun.”

I winced in pain. The leg again. “I hear you.”

“I’ll get with you later,” said Harruck.

“So will I,” Warris added.

I made a face. “I’ll be at the hospital if you need me.”

I took a detour before getting treated. I went back to the

comm center and called Gordon. I updated him and asked

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for anything he could dig up about Bronco and any con-

nection the spook might have to Zahed and the technol-

ogy industry. “I think he has something to do with the

EMP knocking out our Cross-Coms—if it’s EMP at all.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, and oh, yeah, Warris tells me he’s in com-

mand.”

Gordon’s expression turned guilty. “Not exactly.”

“Good, then I’m exactlyin command. Does that

make sense to you, sir? Two officers, one in command,

the other not exactly in command?”

“Mitchell, we knew how difficult this job could

become. That’s why we picked you for it. And you’re the

last guy on earth I thought would be bothered by the

politics. Everyone’s a bad guy there.”

“Even me?”

He nearly smiled. “Even you.”

“And you still believe that Zahed is the target and I

need to capture or kill him?”

“Absolutely. Without any doubt.”

“And what will that change?”

“Say again?”

He’d heard me. He couldn’t believe I was asking. I

sharpened my tone. “Sir, I asked what will capturing or

killing Zahed change?”

“Yours is not to question why but to do or die, sol-

dier.”

“Well, if we get him, then that’s one less terrorist

here, right? Oh, I forgot, we don’t have confirmation

that he’s actually a terrorist.”

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“He’s scum. You said so yourself.”

“I did. But frankly, sir, there are too many people

attempting to undermine my mission. I’m losing confi­

dence in my ability to complete it and I’m concerned

about our contribution to the overall effort here.”

“What the hell is that?” he cried. “The Ghosts fear no

one! Don’t throw that crap at me. You will complete your

mission—but if you’re telling me right now you want

out, I’ll relieve you on the spot and give it to Warris.”

“He’s a yes man for Harruck, so you won’t get jack if

you give it to him. He’s not playing for us anymore, sir.

Somebody got to him.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, sir. And now I’m supposed to go

through him before making a move. I’m letting you