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the mission, which had already been set back. “We encountered an issue during transport. The captain that was sent, along with two members of his crew, escaped.”
    “That is of no concern, brother,” Sefkh replied. “We have everything in place. By the time the US government finds out about what we’re doing, it will have already been done.”
    “That’s not all.” Kasaika gave a heavy sigh, turning away from the group and watching the men unload the vans. “Half of our bombs are still on board the ship.”
    “What?” Zet asked, marching toward Sefkh, switching his jaw-slacked gaze between Sefkh and Kasaika. “We can’t hit our targets with only half!” Zet’s face flushed red, a dribble of spit rolling down his lips into the coarse black beard extending from his chin.
    “Kasaika, he is right,” Sefkh said. “We cannot pull this off without all of the devices. Our men are already in place.”
    “We will improvise,” Kasaika answered, the authority of his voice returning under the duress of the moment. “Our primary target will remain Boston. The others will have to resort to household devices until we can regroup our resources.”
    Zet jumped between them, his words quick with anger. “When the Americans find out what we’ve done, we will not have the luxury and advantage of surprise. The entire country will be on lockdown, and if this captain is able to identify you, then it will lead to the rest of us.”
    Sefkh smiled. “Calm yourself, Zet. The Americans aren’t the only ones capable of intelligence gathering.”

 
    ***
    Agent Cooper wiped her forehead with the back of her glove after she sealed up the last shell casing that she was able to find on the dock, and the first rays of the morning sun greeted her eyes. They cast the water in an orange filter, and she squinted away, her eyes unfamiliar with the sun’s gaze. “Four months undercover, and I think this is one of the only times I remember being awake when the sun came up.”
    “Must have been hard sleeping in and living the life of a drug dealer,” Diaz said.
    Cooper slapped a tag on the bag and handed it over to the rest of evidence. “Harder than you think.” The radio at Cooper’s side crackled. “Agent Cooper, I have the Bristol Sheriff’s Department trying to get ahold of you?”
    “Copy that. I’ll take it inside.” The harbormaster had graciously (using the term loosely) allowed Cooper and the team the use of his facilities during the raid. While he wasn’t pleased with the amount of people sniffing around his harbor, the check he received for services rendered at least made him somewhat pleasant to speak with. She reached for the phone. “This is Agent Cooper.”
    “This is Sheriff’s Deputy Waylon Falls. I have a situation down here, Agent Cooper, that I’m not sure how to deal with. I called Homeland, and they told me that they didn’t have anyone in the area but gave me your number instead.”
    Cooper frowned. It wasn’t unusual for Homeland to pass the buck when it came to drug situations, and under any other circumstance she would have welcomed the case, but the only thing on her mind right then was a hot shower and the cool set of sheets that were fresh on her bed. “What do you have, Sheriff?”
    “A young man with a boatload of explosives.”
    The frown vanished, and Cooper quickly snatched a pen and paper from the harbormaster’s desk. “And what’s your location?” She nodded as the officer gave her the address. “I’ll be there soon, Deputy. Just hold tight for me.” She hung up the phone and rushed out of the building, clutching the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. “Diaz, we gotta go!”
    Agent Diaz tiredly jogged over, tossing the last of his evidence into the van, where it’d be taken back to their headquarters. “What’s got you in a rush?”
    “Homeland just dropped the ball. Some sheriff called in to report some contraband, so they tossed it our way.” She shut the door and