Chapter 11 First Operation After Retirement

• The coordinates General Morrison sent led to a private island forty miles off the Bahamas coast, but Alexander could smell the trap from three nautical miles away.
• "Too easy," Elena muttered through her binoculars, scanning the fortified compound from the deck of their stolen yacht. "Phoenix doesn't just hand us their main base location."
• Alexander studied the tactical display on his tablet. Satellite imagery showed a sprawling complex built into the island's cliffs…concrete bunkers, communication towers, what looked like a private airfield.