Jacob’s eye fell on Ezekiel’s sleeping bag where it lay partially unzipped in the middle of the floor. Boots had left their dusty prints on the glossy nylon surface. Jacob knew he was lucky. If he’d come to the bunker alone, Ezekiel might have murdered him then and there. Maybe even with David at his side. But Miriam’s ruthless reputation was well known. He glanced at her as she opened the filing cabinet and realized he was lucky to have her on his side, and not as an enemy. His own destroying angel. Stephen Paul and David had finished mounting the machine gun from the Humvee and were testing its range of motion. When they finished, David went out to retrieve cans of .50-caliber ammunition from the vehicle. Miriam seemed to have found what she was looking for in the filing cabinet. She retrieved an unopened blister pack of batteries and set them onto the desk next to her night vision goggles. “I thought you didn’t have batteries,”
