Chapter 344: Thursday. Nour Delivery Service, Damascus, Syria.

KOLYA SOKOLOV BELIEVED IN handling problems with a personal touch. He hadn't climbed his way to the top of the food chain by allowing others to carry out his commands while he sat behind a desk.

The car came to a stop in the yard for Nour Delivery Service. Ivan, one of Kolya's more trusted enforcers, stepped forward and opened the car door for Kolya. He set his feet on the gravel and stood, breathing in the smell of dirt, grease and blood.

"How many do we have?" Kolya asked.

"Three dozen are inside, plus the team we told you about. We had to kill fifteen before they stopped fighting," Ivan said.

"Take me to them."

Kolya's man nodded then gestured toward a distant door. Kolya followed, glancing over the trucks and facilities. Rafat Nour was a dinosaur. His way of business was dying out. Kolya had extended an offer to work together. With Rafat's infrastructure and Kolya's resources they could be the true power here, but Rafat wasn't a team player. Kolya understood. Neither was he.