He slapped Striker's shoulder, hard. "Relax a little. You're just too wound up, it's your first time on an operation this big. Trust me, I've been doing this seven years now, from Afghan to Illiguo, from Siria to Yemen. The drill's always the same: find a buyer, alter the paperwork, move the goods, split the profit. The only difference this time is the scale's bigger, that's all."
Striker looked out the window. The last Striker vehicle was being loaded onto a trailer.
That one was a little special.
The rooftop remote weapon station was an upgraded model, fitted with a 30mm autocannon and an anti-tank missile launcher.
That was the configuration for a company commander's command vehicle, and there were only three on the entire base.
"That one's not on the list," Striker said. "I remember very clearly, the transfer manifest only had standard variants."
