No movement inside the fiery inferno. No survivors. Liam felt little relief—and zero pleasure. He didn’t relish killing soldiers, but they’d fired on his people. For that, they’d signed their own death warrants. General Sinclair had forced his hand. Liam hated him for it. Still, he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do. “Alpha One, this is Delta Two,” Reynoso said over the radio. “What the hell happened?” Liam raised the radio to his lips. “Black Hawk down.”
