Alone And Unafraid (American Praetorians Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
There was no resistance at all for the first mile. Nobody even seemed to take a second look at the line of PPF trucks and unmarked HiLuxes with Western contractors riding in them. We’d been working Basra for long enough that we’d become a common sight, and anybody who wasn’t ISIS on one side or an Iranian proxy on the other saw us as just part of the landscape. There were still plenty of people in Basra to whom we were mortal enemies or targets, but they weren’t ready to try to stop us. Granted, we weren’t making the PPF any new friends. We were staying tight, moving fast, and damned near ran about half a dozen cars off the road in the first half mile. Frankly, I didn’t give two fucks. My team’s survival was what mattered, and right at the moment, survival meant getting out of Basra as fast as possible. With no backup remaining in the city, speed was our security. As soon as the rest of the PPF found out about what had happened at the police station, we’d have them plus every Islamist asshole in the province after us. The faster we moved, the better our chances of avoiding any hasty ambush or blocking position they tried to put up.
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