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wandering around alone, remember ? Bring him to me. I need to see that radar footage from earlier.”
    “Yes, sir.” I bend over to find my boots, silently cursing his name. Dammit, Carson.
    Fox gestures to Rhys. “Sir, have you heard from command about the convoy?”
    Rhys’ face falls. “Yeah… they said to ignore it.”
    “Ignore it?”
    He nods. “Apparently, it’s not interesting enough to waste resources on. I’ll keep you guys updated if they say anything else, but in the meantime — ignore it.” He spins around to leave, firing a quick glance at me. “And find Carson.”
    I wait for the sergeant to disappear before heaving a hard sigh at Fox. “Did you see him leave?”
    He shakes his head. “I’ll go with you.”
    I slide my jacket on and wait for him to lace his boots before charging outside into the windy night.
    “This guy is really starting to piss me off,” I murmur, glancing around the nearly abandoned camp.
    Fox grins. “You should cut him some slack.”
    “Why?”
    “Caleb… come on. It’s obvious.”
    “I know it is and I don’t like it. This isn’t the place for his crush.”
    “It’s not just his .”
    I stop in my tracks. “Excuse me?”
    He smirks. “Caleb.”
    “What?”
    A spark of amusement crawls across his face. “Caleb.”
    My jaw sags. “You think I …? Him? ”
    “Yup.”
    “That guy?”
    “Yup.”
    “The man named Boxcar?”
    “That’s the one.”
    “Are you crazy ?”
    He laughs. “It’s not that crazy, Caleb.”
    “Did he put you up to this?” I ask. “I don’t need you trying to incept me, Fox. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
    “Says who?” I glare at him and he laughs again. “Caleb, I’m not not on your side here. But I do think you’re jumping the gun a little bit with the suspicion that this guy is somehow a criminal mastermind sent to infiltrate the U.S. Army and kill us all.”
    “Then what is he doing out here?”
    “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”
    “I will.” I cross my arms. “As soon as I find him.”
    Fox points a finger over my shoulder and I turn around. Boxcar sits about twenty feet away, leaning nonchalantly against a crate with his laptop once again balanced on his thighs.
    I look at Fox. “You planned this,” I accuse.
    He shakes his head and spins around with a smile on his lips. “I’ll be inside.”
    “Really?”
    His eyebrows bounce as he leaves, jaunting back to our tent with a slight hop in his step.
    I sigh and walk over to the crates where Boxcar lounges. “Hey.”
    He cranes his neck upward, pulling his eyes away from his laptop to look at me. “Hey — check this out.” His hand juts out and grabs mine before I can react and he pulls me down to sit beside him.
    “What?” I jerk my hand free.
    He adjusts the screen on his laptop to give me a better view. “So, while we were out earlier, I took some photos of the license plates on the vehicles of that convoy.”
    I look at the screen over his shoulder as he clicks through his photos. “Uh-huh.”
    “Then, I modified the Army’s facial recognition software to recognize numbers and letters instead of facial features—”
    “The Army gave you their facial recognition software?” I interrupt.
    “Well…” he pauses, glancing back at me with a slight grin. “No. I borrowed it. Anyway — the military has surveillance feeds all over Kabul, so I ran the software against the last forty-eight hours of footage, and…”
    I wait as his fingers rush across the keys. “And?”
    He stops and tilts the screen even more in my direction. “Do any of these faces look familiar to you?”
    The footage is blurry but the hairs quiver on my neck. I lean forward to get a better look. Three trucks sit on the side of the road near the center of town. A dozen men linger nearby, each one wearing black tactical gear, loading the back of each truck with large boxes. One in particular catches my eye. He’s tall, wide-set, pale-skinned, with a neck