““He stood there for a moment, surveying the scene before him. Movement from down the mountainside caught his attention and he removed his Raybans, revealing a narrow face, sharply-chiseled Asian features. He couldn’t have been much more than forty-one, forty-three at most, but his face — his eyes were older. The eyes of a man who’d seen too much of life. Too much of death. The .308 FNH SCAR battle rifle in his hands came up, aiming down the vale toward the movement.””
