Gone, gone, baby it's all gone

Author's note: This is a separate story from the previous two posts.

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His phone rang. He picked it up, saw an unknown carrier message, and almost killed the call. He took a sip of his coffee, then answered it anyways.

"This is Brad."

"Brad, it's Tom!"

"Who? Shit, Tom? I can barely hear you."

"I know, this fucker's satellite phone is a piece of shit."

"Where the hell are you?"

"Tanroon, it's a small city-state just inside Somalia."

Brad choked on his coffee. "What the fuck are you doing there?" he shouted.

"I can't hear you man, this thing is a piece of shit. I should have left it on the asshole's body. Oh shit; gotta go, there's an air strike coming."