"Talk about a step up," Joe said under his breath.

Running down back alley deals and whacking guys was no sweat to Joe. He was going to be doing it anyway, for Christ's sake, he might as well be doing and helping his country out at the same time. But this? This was something else. Assaults and tactics and shit. He'd had a taste of that in his old life. As Billy Boyle's chief hitter, Joe could sweep a room and outflank targets well enough. His training with the rest of the group had vastly improved it, but still. Fuck.

"Okay," he said after the meeting had broken down into smaller groups. He looked at Morse. "If it goes sideways on us, what's the back up plan? We fall back or is this gonna be a  come-home-with-your shield-or-on-it type of operation?"