Sunday. Sodeco Auto Repair, Beirut, Lebanon.
HANI SHUDDERED. HE could still feel the hooks of the stun gun in his chest and every few minutes it felt as though he were being shocked all over again, albeit with a much lower voltage.
"Put them in the cage." He gestured at the chain-link fence at the back of the garage. On normal days they stowed things like bikes or expensive parts there, things that could be easily stolen.
Tonight it was a cell.
He lowered onto a rolling stool and watched the others secure the hostages. They'd done a lot of shit in their time working for the boss. Normally smaller stuff. Guys like Hani and his friends hadn't proven themselves to be trusted with the important jobs.
They were going to prove themselves now.
Not only were they going to follow through for the suits and hand-deliver the Americans to them, but they were going to manage to get paid, too.