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THE CONCESSION

The cheapest, fastest, least politically costly way to do violence — to guard a pipeline, patrol a border, put down a riot, garrison an embassy, run a prison, fly a strike package — was to buy it from someone else, and that someone else had, over a century, gotten very good at selling it. Continue reading →

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THE LECTERN AND THE LEDGER

“The future you’re describing,” Kessler said, “is one where rich countries fight through proxies, where nobody answerable to a voter ever pulls the trigger, and where peace and war blur together until neither word means anything. The politics of that is the death of oversight. The culture of it is treating an armed guard as a permanent fixture of ordinary life. And the economics of it always, somehow, work out fine for the man standing at this podium.” Continue reading →

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SONS OF SINAI-/ ABNAA SINAI business profile

The group has since expanded into contracting, industrial development, real estate, tourism, security, and — most consequentially — border logistics at the Rafah crossing between Egypt and the Gaza Strip. Continue reading →

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THE LAST HONEST MERCENARY

The man they had come to hear was already standing at the podium, though no one had announced him. He simply appeared, as he always had—without fanfare, without entourage. Eeben Barlow was seventy-something now, his hair gone the color of gunmetal, his blue eyes still carrying the unsettling directness of a man Continue reading →

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LAST ROUND AT THE HAY-ADAMS

Diane: “The suit’s a holding company now,” she said, not looking up from the pad. “That’s the difference. A firm like Constellis buys up half the old Blackwater-Xe-Academi lineage and turns it into a portfolio company — logistics here, training there, a maritime security line somewhere else, all under one umbrella so the State Department can write one check and not think too hard about which subsidiary is doing what this week. That’s not Sandline. Sandline was fifty guys and a fax machine. This is private equity.”
Kate: “Private equity with a security clearance,” Kate said, and finally cracked a small smile.
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THE TERMINAL BRIEFING

‘Executive Outcomes,’ I said. The name tasted like rust. ‘Sandline. MPRI. Remember when the monsters had names? When you could point to a man in a safari jacket and say, There. That’s the mercenary.’ Continue reading →

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Shadows of the New Feudalism

This satirical trilogy illustrates the slippery slope from traditional private military contractors to fully autonomous Artificial Military Contractors. It serves as a cautionary tale about regulation, accountability, technology, and the privatization of force in an increasingly fragmented world. Continue reading →

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THE LEDGER DOESN’T BLINK

Marsh — Inspector General for a reconstruction effort that had, by his own office’s count, misplaced enough cash to run a mid-sized country for a year — had learned not to ask questions in cars. He asked them in rooms, on the record, with a stenographer and a subpoena in his back pocket if it came to that. Cars were for listening. Continue reading →

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The Watchdog’s Shadow

This is the latest, Ahem, partly FICTIONAL, entry in what I’m calling the AI art imitates life category.  But if it reminds you of anyone, well, perhaps it should. For those who want to know this sort of detail, it … Continue reading →

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The Panel

Dale Corbin sat two feet to his left, close enough to shake hands with, close enough that neither man could pretend the other wasn’t real. That was the trouble with these panels. On paper, in the newsletters, in the trade rags, they were opposing forces, abstractions, “the critic” and “the advocate.” In the room they were just two tired men in bad suits under bad light, and one of them was about to explain, again, why the other one was wrong. Continue reading →

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