Chapter 47: Chapter 46

Owen Cormier turned off the ignition in his truck and sat back in the driver's seat. He had parked to the side of the long, low warehouse building, away from the few windows the place sported.

So if they don't see you, there's still time to run?

Maybe, he told the voice always chattering in his head. Ever since the last mission in Central America, the voice had been with him all the time. He and his team had fought a bloody battle taking out one of the most vicious drug cartels in operation, a group funding terrorists on a global platform with its income from the sale of its merchandise. It had been his third tour and time for him to get out.