Chapter 6

So never gonna happen.

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“Do you believe it’s actually cool over here for change?” Mike Rousseau tossed his duffle bag in the back seat of the rental car.

“Yeah, something less than bake your brain heat is good.” Kurt slid into the passenger seat

Mike got behind the wheel. They had landed in Baghdad an hour ago, cleared customs, and were about to head to Ishaqi to meet a contact. Part of that meeting involved picking up some weapons, then came the more dangerous bit: acquiring the Intel. Seventy people were being held hostage in Hawaji by ISIS forces. Rumors had it that the hostages were comprised of a mix of civilians and some members of the Iraqi police force. It was a vicious and volatile situation.

“Who are we meeting this afternoon?” Kurt asked. “Is it that dude who sticks his ink pen in his ear then stirs his coffee with it?”

“Memorable, wasn’t he?”

“Enh, that’s one word you could use.”

“Actually I think it’s Alwazir. We did a buy from him about eight months ago.”