Code Name: Camelot (Noah Wolf #1)

Noah nodded. “It’s like I told you, Ma’am, I’m just here to do a job. We all are.”


Allison looked at them all for a few moments, and then smiled once more. “That’s very good,” she said. “That’s very good, indeed, because I’m already working on your next mission, and it’s one that all of us believe only Team Camelot can pull off. Unfortunately, you’re not going to get a lot of time to train.”

Noah looked at the other three, who all looked to him, then turned back to Allison. “Can you tell us anything about it?”

She looked at them for a moment longer, then nodded. “The president of an African country is being pressured to form an alliance with Russia and Syria. That’s an alliance the United States does not want to see happen, but we’ve just learned that the man’s daughter is being threatened by some outside force. If he does not agree to the alliance when the summit meeting on it is held in three weeks, our intelligence indicates that she will be murdered. In a moment of weakness, he confessed this situation to one of our diplomats over there, and when it was sent back to the State Department, our president got hold of it. He called me and asked me to step outside our normal operations, and send a team in to find out just what kind of threat it is, and eliminate it.” She paused for just a moment, looking at each of them in turn. “The problem is that you’ll be going in with less than optimum intelligence. At this point, we don’t even know for sure where the girl is, so this is as much an investigative mission as anything else.”

“I’m just curious, but wouldn’t this be something more suited to an outfit like the CIA?” Noah asked.

Allison gave him what he interpreted as a sad smile. “Normally, it would be,” she said. “Unfortunately, in this case, we cannot risk whoever is behind this pressure finding out that we even know about it. That means we can’t use any asset from an agency that our enemies know anything about, and so far, the only one they don’t know about is us.” She got to her feet, and stood there looking at them. “I’m afraid that this is going to be your next mission. Your briefing, such as it is, will take place the day after tomorrow.”

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