Part of him wished he never had. After repeated tests and hours of contemplation, where he had thrown idea after idea onto the white board in his office, he had only come up with one theory. He now sat in his chair, staring at the board covered in questions and arrows. Dozens of items crossed out...
They were both his caregivers and his captors, but he had no choice but to trust them. He had already answered a number of questions verifying his name, what he was allergic to, what procedure he was having, even how much he had peed the night before. The telemetry unit was removed from his chest...
—FORTY-FOUR— “Sierra Three, do you still have a visual on the building?” Whitcomb asked. “Affirmative TOC. Negative on your boy. Some disturbance around the front entrance. I believe he is inside,” the sniper replied. “Damn it, Jack,” Greg said under his breath. He checked his map on the wall. It...