The cartels own the sky over the southern border.
Every night, their drones cross into Arizona carrying enough fentanyl to kill thousands. The Pentagon’s counter-drone weapons would black out every cell phone and GPS signal for fifty miles. Washington wrings its hands. The drugs keep flying.
Dale Grant flew combat in Vietnam. He hasn’t forgotten how to put ordnance on target — and he’s done waiting for permission.
With two fellow combat veterans and a museum full of flyable warbirds, Grant does what no one in Washington will. He goes hunting.
But the cartels don’t retreat. They adapt. A Russian intelligence operative with stealth drone technology. Military-grade attack aircraft. And a campaign of violence aimed at everyone the pilots love.
Now three aging warriors face a choice no one should have to make: how far across the border — and beyond the law — are they willing to go?
The only thing more dangerous than a war you can’t win is knowing you’re the only ones willing to fight.