Soldier Caged
Jonah Baker heard the chatter of a Kalashnikov, then another weapon returning fire. The sound was familiar in the craggy brown hills of a country where warlords ran rampant over the land, fighting each other for prestige and territory.
The sun played over the top of his helmet, and sweat crawled down his back under his flak jacket. For a man who'd grown up in… Grown up in…
He struggled to remember the place where he'd spent his childhood. He had to have come from somewhere. But he couldn't bring it into focus. Not the town. Not his house. Panic tightened his chest. Then he reminded himself that the past wasn't important right now. He had to focus on this village. These people.
They knew who had come here to harvest the viscous fluid from the immature poppy plants, then ship the darkened, slightly sticky mass called opium to middlemen.
He caught a flicker of movement to his right, but it was only a woman peering out from the doorway of her stone house.
Her whole body was hidden by a burka—a blue robe with a face screen that allowed her to view only a narrow slice of the world. But he saw her small hand clutching the wooden door frame. In her other ... read full excerpt from: Soldier Caged ebook
