My father-in-law and his eight sons b/ea/t my pregnant wife until she lost our baby… then laughed outside her ICU door, mocking me as a “worthless, broke soldier.” They had no idea I wasn’t just any soldier-I was the commander of a black-ops hit squad. As my phone buzzed with a message reading “Target confirmed,” I looked at them and whispered…

was staring directly into the dead, unblinking irises of an operative who had witnessed the collapse of entire regimes and walked away entirely unimpressed.

I stood dead center in the room, illuminating the gloom with the encrypted tablet Viper had handed me. The harsh fluorescent tubes hummed above us like a hive of agitated hornets.

“You genuinely continue reading …