Rebels and hostiles by Pendleton, Don

of the vehicle yet?” he asked his back-seater. “Yeah,” Warner replied. “It’s a ten-year-old Chevy van, light blue with blacked-out side windows. The last three on the plate are six, nine, two.” Dropping to less than a thousand feet, McCarthy intently scanned the roads and highways below. He had been given a target, and he was going to find it.