Hammer looked over at the rest of the team huddled in the back of the chopper. Sloane, Tojo, and Tootall were all mercs he had worked with for years. They’d met in the trenches of the Desert Wars, and they still came through for him just as dependably in the canyons of the concrete jungle. Sloane and Tojo were humans, as different as night and day. Sloane was tall, blond, and Nordic, with a build to nearly rival Hammer’s bulky ork physique. Tojo was small, lithe, and Asian. Both men were as capable with their bare hands as they were with an AK-97.