Desperate and dangerous it might have been, but it was the only way he could think of getting them all out of this alive. However, convincing his teammates of the merits of his plan was far more difficult. ‘You can’t be fucking serious,’ Mason said, shaking his head vehemently at the mere thought of what Drake was proposing. ‘It’s insane. You might as well paint a target on our heads and ask the Libyans to pull the trigger.’ ‘Sowan has enough evidence to put Faulkner away for life,’ Drake pointed out. ‘If he doesn’t kill us for fun first,’ his friend countered. He jerked a finger towards the kitchen where Sowan, still weak from loss of blood, was being cared for by his wife. Frost was keeping an eye on both of them. ‘You know how this game works. That man is a professional spook – he’ll say and do anything to gain our trust, then he’ll fuck us over, the first chance he gets. I know I would.’ ‘I don’t think he’s like that,’ Drake countered. When Sowan had spoken of reluctantly doing his job out of duty and desire to hold his country together, he’d sensed the man was telling the truth.
