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hurried over. “Team two is in pursuit now, as the first team was taken out by a rocket somewhere up in the hills.” Joe recognized the man as Tex—a nickname, maybe because he was from Texas, with all the accompanying swagger and twang, and he never let anyone forget how big Texas was.
    Joe listened as he looked around. Why take the women? What the hell did the enemy want with them, and how had they known where they were? Did they want hostages? Something was up. Security had been breached somewhere, and as Joe stared down at Riske, he realized she might know something. “Lieutenant Riske, I find it odd how these guys came in and went right to your barracks—and for three women only. Do we know if anyone else was taken?”
    Commander DeLaurie was also staring at her, and he took another step closer. “Anything else taken from the camp? Any other personnel gone? Someone report and tell me what the fuck is going on!” he yelled, all the while staring down at Riske.
    Sergeant Kratz was on his radio, and they could all hear the response: “Just Dunlop and Grieger missing. These assholes came in and got out, had people in the hills, ready and waiting for them, firing off grenades to create a diversion. This was a planned kidnapping.”
    Riske’s eyes widened in alarm, and her face paled.
    “I suggest you start talking right now, Riske, before I have you written up,” DeLaurie said. “How the hell do insurgents get into my camp and into your tent? How did they know where you were?”
    “Why do you think I know something?” Riske snapped back. Joe didn’t miss how defensive she had become—surly, even. She was being stupid, considering she was talking to her commander. Pike swore under his breath. Maybe he, too, had figured out what Joe had.
    “Because they came in just for you women,” DeLaurie replied. “They wanted hostages or something, but why stop with the women? There are higher-ranked officers worth far more as a bargaining chip, so tell me right now what you know. I won’t ask again.” The commander was leaning closer, pissed off.
    Joe didn’t know how many of them were staring down at Riske. She snarled but didn’t flinch as her face hardened and she stared up at Joe. “Sir, we didn’t ask for this,” she said. Maybe she thought he’d believe her.
    “Maybe not, Riske, but you know something, and right now you’re not talking. I advise you to start now,” he said.
    “Dunlop has been talking to some guy online,” she finally replied.
    DeLaurie glanced over at Joe with the same wariness Joe was feeling. “What guy?” the commander asked, crossing his arms and practically breathing down on Riske.
    “I don’t know, sir! I told her she was just being dumb, but she’s always on her laptop, chatting with some guy. I didn’t think anything of it, as she has all these friends on her Facebook page. All her downtime, she’s glued to that damn computer. When they came into the tent, I heard one of the guys say to her in perfect English, ‘We came for you with Avi.’” Riske glanced down and away from the commander. “Sir,” she finally said, “I think Avi was one of her Facebook friends.”
     

Chapter 3
    It was raining. The overhead street lamps were the only light on the darkened streets as Eric drove to the base, hoping to find answers. After calling the base and learning that the problem hadn’t been caused by a downed satellite, he’d tried to get Joe back on Skype for more than an hour. He’d finally picked up the phone and called Colonel Hancock at home, and he didn’t give a crap how irritated the man was. This was Joe, his friend.
    What Mary-Margaret didn’t know was that Joe was in a camp outside Fallujah with a mix of Brits and Americans, marines, navy, and army. Right now, Eric was more irritated at Joe than ever for taking the posting as part of the tactical movement team. Of course Mary-Margaret had no knowledge of the danger her husband was putting himself in—and Eric