Chapter 447: Friday. Chinggis Khaan International Airport, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.

IGNEY PAUSED INSIDE THE doors and scanned the people at the ticketing counters.

None of them was the girl or the man.

A uniformed security officer approached him. The older man's eyes were wary.

"Sir?" He gestured toward doors that led into the airport.

Igney jerked his head in a nod and followed. Pasley kept pace with him. He didn't speak, but he didn't have to utter a word to get on Igney's nerves. Just the way Pasley walked, plodding along, annoyed Igney.

He eyed patrons as they approached the desks or hauled their luggage along with them.

How many of them never thought past their selfish desires? What was good for them?

Igney had been scooped up out of the gutters and a life spent working the most menial jobs and given this opportunity to serve his country. Serve something greater than himself.

He'd never forget that, or that he was good at his job.

Some people were simply made for death.

He was. It was his job to protect people and sometimes that meant he had to kill the