The names on the list burned in Sergeant First Class Marcus Webb’s memory. Twelve traitors, embedded across three continents. Each one a soldier he might have trusted. Each one a knife waiting to strike.
“We hit them simultaneously at 0600,” he said, pointing at the holographic map. “Chen, you take Europe. Miller, Asia. I’ll handle the States. No warnings. No second chances.”
Chen studied the faces on the screen. “They won’t see us coming.”
“That’s the point.”
The helicopters lifted off before dawn, ferrying teams to safe houses, barracks, and command posts. Marcus’s target was a