The FBI agents all made quiet comments about the stench of dust, manure, and even human waste. Neil ranted about it loudly. Jonah had long ago grown immune. He watched silently as Kellan coached, encouraged, and herded the agents into the SUVs. Javier Lucena drove the lead SUV, inside which rode Jonah with Yarwood. By his own machinations, Kellan rode with them. Despite Jonah’s protests, so did Neil. With Yarwood seated on the bench seat right beside Kellan, Jonah realized they looked nothing alike. The resemblance wasn’t physical, anyway. There was something more intangible about it; a gesture, an expression, a vocal tone. Jonah couldn’t help but be slightly nervous about their private comms. Outside of their convoy, the only one with the ability to hear their specially encrypted chatter was Top Resler back at Diyala firm base. He could send reinforcements if he heard it when everything went south. Neil guaranteed they couldn’t be overheard by the enemy. He had fit them each with a one-piece wireless headset and mic.
