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their weapons before that truck made it to the ship.
    “Any sign of her?” he asked.
    “Negative.”
    “Negative.”
    “Negative,” came the response all around.
    Double shit.
    With Titanium prepped to storm the ship, it was Steele’s responsibility to give the order.
    Indecision ripped him in two. Call off the mission and potentially allow enough uranium into the country they could level the US in one strike or give the order to proceed and cause an international incident if they captured the wrong man.
    “I’ve got your six, brother.” Zinc whispered.
    With a single nod, Steele gave the signal over the comm link. They were a go.
    Only because he knew they were there, Steele spotted two of Chrome’s men peeling away from the sides of the building across from his position. Uranium and Tungsten scaled a large cargo container and dropped into a low crawl, positioning themselves with their snipers rifles armed and ready to take out any resistance.
    Adamantium’s voice hummed in his ear. “They’re dark. All yours, sir.”
    “Ant, you and Cobalt get in position. Thirty seconds.”
    Steele glanced at Chrome’s sharpshooters on a rooftop the next warehouse over. Copper had the best vantage point for taking out the bodyguards surrounding the men in suits.
    “Copper,” he whispered in his earpiece.
    “Sir.”
    “Clear the field. Don’t hit the target.”
    “ Don’t hit the target, sir? Do not. Confirm?”
    “Confirm.” Okay, so he decided to hedge his bets in case this was not Red Wolf. Until he was certain this was their target, the man was allowed to live.
    Seconds later, the loud crack of gunfire pierced the air, followed by a several more. Steele and Zinc used the chaos to move from their position and approach Red Wolf and his buyer. Titanium and his team, four more men and one woman, boarded the vessel to secure the men below deck.
    Men scrambled for cover, running around as if they’d set off firecrackers in their pants. They screamed and sprayed gunfire haphazardly as if they’d never held a gun before.
    Within seconds, every single armed man was down, leaving the target clear for his approach.
    Chrome joined them on his nine.
    “I don’t like this,” Chrome muttered as they drew closer. “What the hell was that?”
    “I have no idea. Let’s grab the cargo and get to the extraction point.
    “Secure these two assholes while I take a look at our pay load,” Steele said to Zinc.
    “D-don’t shoot American, please,” Hossein stuttered and waved both hands in the air. “They made me. They made me!”
    Zinc took the weapons from the men on the ground.
    “What the hell is he talking about?” Steele reached the back of the truck and pulled open the drape. “And what the fuck is this?”
    “What is it?” Chrome came up behind them.
    “It’s empty.”
    “I knew it,” he growled. “I mother fucking knew it.”
    Zinc knelt down and grabbed Red Wolf by the lapel. “Buddy, you better know some Goddamn English. Are you Vladimir Babikov?”
    “I am Yevgen,” the man stated as he paled to the color of snow. “Please, my family. Will kill them unless I came here. Please.”
    “Steele,” Titanium’s voice came across the line. The tension held in that one word grabbed him by the nuts.
    His gaze flew to the dock of the container ship where Titanium and three of his men had gone below decks to secure the crewmen.
    “Go ahead,” he said out of a tight throat.
    “They’re all dead. The entire crew. If this even is the crew. These jackholes don’t look like seamen to me.”
    Steele’s blood froze as the implication set in. He twisted around and the look in Zinc’s grim gaze confirmed they were on the same page.
    The CIA agent. They’d been double-crossed.
    Set up.
    “Incoming!” Cobalt yelled as a shrill scream streaked overhead. A second later the cargo container where Tungsten and Uranium raced away from exploded in a ball of flames
    Son-of-a-bitch!
    Boom.
    A second missile hit the