Chapter Twenty

Thanks for my boots, bro.” Johnny pulled on clean socks and grabbed a scuffed Magnum boot.

Donnie placed a heavy duffel bag down carefully. “No problem. I had to swing by to grab our equipment. We’re now fully prepped, the rest is in the truck.” Donnie glanced around the workroom. “How many of these amigos have bigger egos than MIT2? What do you reckon? Think we’re still top dog?”

There was a mother-load of brass and bluster sandwiched in the walls of the newly set up base of operations. That was what happened when the most infamous terrorist on the planet kidnapped an American diplomat’s son.

The British contingent was gathered around a laptop in the far corner. SBS boys and possibly Scotland Yard. The majority of the Americans worked for the United States Special Operations Command. The CIA made their presence known, and Task Force Green—known to civilians as Delta Force—stood near the back. All the G