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that night over and over again, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong. As crazy as it sounded, sometimes he felt cursed like those closest to him were the first to get punished. His parents were gone. Jess too. At least guys like his right hand man, Marine sniper Daniel Briggs, could protect themselves.
    But even highly trained operators could fall on the wrong side of fate. His good friend, former Navy Corpsman Brian Ramirez, was one of them. Would Andy be next?
    The thought haunted him as he made his way back to The Jefferson Group’s headquarters. Cal still couldn’t believe that the CIA had disavowed Andy and labeled him a traitor. Not Andy. Never.
    Cal had served with his fair share of officers and Andy was the best. Unassuming, moral, and patriotic. Andy had a way, just like Daniel, of making a stressful situation better with a simple pat on the back or nod of his head. He inspired confidence in his men and his superiors. There was no one better to lead Marines.
    That’s why the thought of Andy being a traitor was so ludicrous. No way .
    Hopefully he’d have some answers soon. His team should be waiting. He had to talk to them first, then it was on to Washington. If the president didn’t have the answers, Cal would find them some other way.  
     

Chapter 5
    Helmand Province, Afghanistan
    6:03am AFT, August 24 th
     
    They had a new game now. Instead of delivering severed body parts to his cell, a trio of guards would come into the room, blindfold him, unhook his manacles from the wall, attach a cold metal collar to his neck, and drag him out like a dog. They even made barking sounds and tried to trip him like kids do.
    Once outside they would parade him around, jabbering on about what a good dog he was, apparently not knowing that he could understand every word. They never hit him. It was just like taking a dog for a walk. Andy didn’t have a clue what they were doing.
    As well as he could estimate, they did this every hour or two. He didn’t have his watch so he couldn’t be sure, but it felt like hour-long intervals. He’d started the habit of counting down the seconds. Tedious, but what else was he going to do?
    They kept it up throughout the night, killing any chance of getting sleep.
    They were either toying with him or wearing him down in the most obscure way he’d ever experienced. He’d had briefings on captivity and torture. He knew what to expect. But this wasn’t it. There had to be a reason…
    He’d just dozed off when the cell door creaked open and the guards streamed in. Gone were the playful smirks, replaced by grim determination. No one said a word as they ran through the practiced routine, leading him out of the structure into the still morning air.
    Andy’s ears strained to hear anything that would give away his captors’ intent, but none came. One of them pushed him to the ground, and in broken English, said “Sit.”
    He sat, and waited. It didn’t take long.
    Soon he heard the sound of vehicles approaching. He couldn’t tell, but he estimated between five and ten. Car doors opened and shut and he could just make out the muffled conversations coming from the passengers. They were talking about him.
    In Pashtun one of the men said, “Stand him up.”
    Andy’s heart beat faster as strong hands grabbed him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet.
    “Tell me why you’ve come to my country,” the same voice said again, still in Pashtun.
    Andy ignored the question. They didn’t need to know that he understood the language. Let them think that he was just another no name contractor who didn’t speak a lick of the local dialect.
    Again in Pashtun, the man said, “Come now, Major Andrews. I know that you speak my language. Do not be rude. Please answer my question.”
    While it didn’t necessarily surprise him, it did add to his worry. If they knew who he was, it was only a matter of time before they knew he was working for the CIA. And if they knew that…
    “I asked