Rogue Warrior: Dictator's Ransom
Chapter one
Impressions of North Korea:
Cold. Crappy food. Cheap booze.
Great place to hunt. Especially if you're with the world's cruelest dictator.
Not a good place to be shot, especially by said dictator.
But let me start at the beginning . . .
It was springtime at Rogue Manor:
The snow had melted, the crocuses and whatnot were pushing their pointy buds up through the turf, and there was a lovely scent in the air.
Gunpowder, that is.
It was the first week of April. Trace Dahlgren had just finished working with some new recruits for Red Cell International-the security company I run with a little help from my friends. Trace had spent the morning running the kids through a makeshift obstacle course on the back forty, trying to separate the wheat from the chaff. This was just a preliminary trial, so we gave them a nugget break-there were only two sections of live-fire exercise involved, and in both cases the shooters were instructed to keep their aim a good six inches from anything moving.
Any recruit who stopped, of course, was fair game.
"No casualties," said Trace, repor ...
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