A Sense of Duty: A Former Navy SEAL Falls in Love and Begins a New Journey with his Private Consulting Company: Dark Horse Guardians by Armstrong, Ava

would not apply to Nazmin's property. This was a region of rural farmers and Nazmin kept a large poultry farm. The stench was sharp. Ben's sense of hearing was on high alert for anything that did not sound right. The men dressed in burkas spoke in falsetto voices in Urdu and occasionally giggled. Their kabuki theater had to be as real as possible. The smell of this place triggered memories Ben preferred not to relive. Helmand and Kandahar came to mind. Ben had been captured in Helmand and savagely tortured. Some of his teeth were pulled out and fingernails ripped off. He was then burned with cigarettes and lacerated with rusty razor blades. Suspended upside down for hours on end, he said nothing. He urinated and defecated in the small cell, but he slept as much as he could. His plan was to wear them down and grab a weapon when the time was right. As long as he could sleep and get water, he could come back for more. His brothers doubled back and found him two days later with Moshe's guidance. He smiled as he recalled their reunion hours later in the safety of Camp Bastion. Nazmin's building contained a safe room in a bunker for their private meeting. A small group of dark skinned paramilitary men were in front of the place and secondary group inside the farmhouse. Ben spoke to the men in Urdu, and was admitted into the bunker without delay. Even Nazmin's people believed he was female. He always felt uneasy in this corner of the world. Life was cheap here. He wanted to get in a