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The reactions to Alexander the Great’s lost Citadel in Tajikistan had ranged from rude noises and boredom to expressions of pity and disbelief. On the other hand every man in the room, no matter what country he was from, had read about Phillip Eckhart in magazines and seen him on television. He was a billionaire and he was paying a thousand dollars a day…plus bonuses. Every man was in.

The meeting adjourned until noon the next day and the ex-soldiers went off to seek amusement. Blair, Blackpool and Waqa spontaneously wandered off into the London night to look for adventure. Yagi accosted one of the hotel staff and by the way the concierge was blushing and stammering it was pretty clear he was inquiring where a man with a thousand pounds in his pocket went to get laid. Gilad was leaning in and listening intently. Zoltan plunked himself down beside Rhynman and began chatting her up. Yuli wandered off by himself, riffing through his wad of pound notes and undoubtedly calculating some personal endeavor of his own.