THERE were four thugs, total gangsters, in front of the house with their rifl es and their night-vision goggles. Four more in back. No telling how many more inside.
So figure a dozen hard guys at least, protecting one of the worst guys in the world.
Not one of them having a clue about how much trouble they were really in, how badly I had them outnumbered.
Hired guns, in any country, never worried me. The Bads? They were the real enemy, worse than any terrorists, even if I was one of the few people alive who knew they existed.
Even my boss, the president of the United States, didn't know what we were really up against, how much he really needed me.
When he talked about our country fighting an "unseen" threat, he didn't know how true that really was.
