The fiercely hot sun beamed down onto Brett’s neck and for
the third time within the hour he found himself in need of a dry towel as he
baked in the arid valley. “Remind me again whose idea it was to visit the
desert in the dead of summer,” he groaned into his earpiece as he kept watch of
the building across from him. It took some doing, but he had finally convinced
his boss to let him bring his team to Egypt in search of Gerald Mercer.
Although thanks to Scott, the official documents of his request has the team on
an excursion to seek an expert in missile weaponry. Besides, Scott wasn’t too
keen on letting Mercer think he got off free and clear after what he did to his
family.
