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Havoc

Gunfire rips through the barn.

Loud.

Close.

Relentless.

Wood splinters.

Dust fills the air.

Shadows move outside like ghosts with rifles.

“Left flank!” Briggs shouts.

“I’ve got it!” another Ranger answers.

I shift position behind the beam, my hand steady on my weapon.

“Stay down,” I tell her.

“I’m not leaving you,” she shoots back.

Wouldn’t expect her to.

Wouldn’t want her to.

But I still angle my body in front of hers.

Shield.

Always.

A burst of fire tears through the wall.

Too close.

I lean out—quick—controlled.

Two shots.

One drops.

Second ducks.

“Three more at the tree line!” I call out.

“Copy!”

The CIA is moving now too.

Fast.

Efficient.

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