Praise for McFadden's War“Excellent read, superb blend of action, drama and attention to detail all set in the realistic and current environment of Mindanao” -COL Bill Coultrup, USA (Ret.) former commander, Joint Special Operations Task Force-Philippines “A compelling tale of insurgency, greed, crime, power, politics, and action set in one of the most beautiful places in the world: the Philippines” - COL John Alexander, USA (Ret.), Former Squadron Commander, Delta Force “Intrigue, romance, treachery and courageous acts all set in a truly dangerous part of the world... I felt I was back in the Philippines” —CWO3 Bill Hellman, US Navy SEAL (Ret.) |
“Are you serious?” Incredulous at what his friend was proposing, McFadden stared at Wolf. “You ARE serious, aren’t you?”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re talking about doing something illegal in a foreign country . . . with weapons we don’t have.”
“You kidding? We could buy whatever we need on the open market.”
“Are you listening? Didn’t you hear Eddie’s nephew? Even the cops and courts haven’t been able to corral Clemente . . . let alone convict him. And if I know you, you’re not talking about arresting this guy.”
Wolf grinned. “Guilty as charged. But who knows better than us how to pull off something like this?”
“The Filipino cops are some of the toughest in the world, Wolfman. They know how to deal with dirt like Clemente. Out here, they have a target on their backs from day one. Out here, battling crime is like trying to shovel shit upstream at the lower end of a downstream sewer. Look what these guys put up with day in, day out. Think of how many of their fellow cops they bury each year. If they can’t do it . . .”
Undeterred, Wolf thought out loud. “We have a situation on our hands and it’s not going to get better. I know it sounds crazy. But if we put together a team we could do this. Just keep an open mind. That’s all I’m asking.”
McFadden was not convinced. “You’re thinking as though we’re still in Special Ops. We’re civilians, believe it or not. We’re guests, not citizens. Clemente is this government’s problem, not ours.” Retreating to the living room, he sank into an armchair.
Wolf followed him. “You’re wrong on this one. Clemente IS our problem. If the locals aren’t going to do anything about him, it’s up to us. We do it or we pack it in. It’s a no-brainer for me.”
“I’m gonna hit the rack. I can’t think straight,” said McFadden. “I’m not talking about this anymore. We never had this conversation.” Pushing himself from the chair, he walked past Wolf and shut the bedroom door.