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Captain Grant Stevens and his team wait in Germany for a flight home, having just returned from a completed mission in Austria. A call from Admiral John Torrinson, Chief of NIS, changes their plans. Grant and his men are asked to "go above and beyond" again. They'll complete the new mission with lethal speed and precision. Without warning an American facility in Sicily has been attacked by a renegade Mafia group. Sarin nerve gas, heavy weapons, and munitions have been stolen. Innocent victims lay dead or injured in the compound. SEAL missions are grueling by any definition of the word, but this mission takes an unexpected turn. Stevens discovers his friends could be among the victims. The mission: Infiltrate the compound, eliminate resistance, rescue any hostages... and find the nerve gas. Grant hooked his thumbs in his pockets as he spoke quietly. "Listen, Grigori, I'm sorry as hell we couldn't get to you sooner. I don't have any bullshit excuses either. It... it just took time." "My friend, you are here, and I am grateful. No bullshit excuse is necessary! That is right, is it not?" "You learn too quick!" Grant smiled. But now it was time to ask... time to find out about Adler, about the EOD team. "Grigori, do you know if anything happened to Joe? When did you see him last?" "We were together that morning, sharing some food the Italian man brought. Joe and his men left for the hangar not long after. We said we would meet later." Moshenko looked down, shaking his head. "Hey! Grigori!" Grant quietly said, grabbing hold of Moshenko's arm. "Look at me." Moshenko looked up, staring into intense brown eyes. "You did what you had to do to keep yourself and your comrades safe. That was your priority. And if I know Joe, he's probably waiting to kick ass and looking forward to the opportunity." "Am I getting, as you would say, 'soft,' Grant? I should not be. I am KGB." "You? Soft? Hell, you're just being human, my friend."
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