Nick said. “I’m just so damn proud, is all. That was a hell of a scam you pulled off,” Christopher replied, not bothering to hold in his laughter. “It was pretty impressive, boss. I mean, you got them to give us guns, extra ammo, uniforms, even fill up our tank with gas. I’m surprised you didn’t have them wash the windows,” Martin said. “Well, I didn’t want to impose.” Nick was in the back of the truck as it headed away from the helicopter base. His men had all changed into their new Chinese Army BDUs. Christopher’s and Briggs’ were a little small for them, but they were better than the near-rags the team had been wearing. “How’d you do it, anyway?” Mary asked. “Told them the truth, kind of. I mean, I lied about who we were, obviously. But I told them about getting jumped by the insurgents and burning through our ammo. Their Intel officer was scared as hell of the MSS, so he was only too happy to give me whatever I asked for.
