They were approaching an older man, and the hair on Ben's neck began to stand on end. He was maybe five-foot-six and had once been very muscular. Age was stealing his physique and replacing it with fat and wrinkles as his muscles receded. He was wearing a combat harness over an off-white sweat-stained wife beater t-shirt, camo army pants, and army boots. He had thick hairy arms.

Ben realized what was setting off his nerves were the man's eyes. They were cold and contained no humanity at all. They were placed a little too close together, and once they passed over Ben, he snorted in contempt.

"This is Kadir Yavuz....