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That could’ve been them.

That almost was them.

Not happening.

Not again.

“They’re loading,” one of the guys whispers.

Yeah.

They are.

Which means—

We’re out of time.

I glance at the CIA agent.

He’s watching.

Calculating.

Same as me.

“Orders?” he asks.

I don’t hesitate.

“Take them down.”

Everything explodes at once.

Gunfire tears through the night.

Controlled.

Precise.

Rangers hit left flank.

CIA hits right.

Wolf and I take center.

First target drops.

Second turns—

Too slow.

Gone.

Chaos erupts.

Shouts.

Movement.