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THROUGH THE SCOPE, DAVID McCARTER

SAW THE SNIPER’S HEAD EXPLODE

But a second later, an explosion of a different type erupted.

As if from out of nowhere, men bearing assault rifles, sawed-off shotguns and handguns shot up fifty feet farther down the line of brush and wrecked vehicles. And, unlike McCarter, they had no reason to hesitate.

“Down!” McCarter yelled. It was an unnecessary order. The men of Phoenix Force, the Special Forces soldiers and their guide had all dropped into the grass behind vehicles of their own accord.

McCarter felt his elbows sink into the damp earth behind what had once been an army jeep. He’d had no time to make an actual count. But quickly assessing the enemy, he estimated their number at roughly two dozen.

Two dozen that he could see. There could be more—many more, in fact—who had simply been slower to show themselves.

In any case, Phoenix Force and their companions were outnumbered.