“Somewhere beyond your reach.”
“Eleven countries aren’t enough?” I asked.
“Eleven were demonstrations.”
“For whom?”
“Clients.”
The word turned my stomach.
Governments had paid Meridian to destabilize other countries.
Wars ordered like weapons.
“How many clients?”
“You’ll never know.”
“I will when I open the Geneva file.”
His smile widened.
“That’s exactly what General Kane expects you to do.”
The hangar doors closed behind us.
Armed men spread across every exit.
The false colonel took a satellite phone from one of his soldiers and initiated a video call.
A man appeared on the screen.
Silver hair.
Military posture.
Four stars on the uniform hanging behind his desk.
General Robert Kane.
Adam stepped forward.
“You betrayed your command.”
Kane looked almost disappointed.
“Commander Stoker. You were always too sentimental for leadership.”
“You built the Brave.”
“I funded it. I selected each man.”
“Why?”
“I needed an operational unit capable of responding anywhere in the world without delay.”
“To rescue civilians?”