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Оглавление“You think they’ll come?” Henry asked Dorian.
Dorian nodded, automatically checking his best friend’s temperament. Henry was standing ready on the blacktop, spare magazines at hand, and spare weapons as well.
“They’ll come,” Dorian said.
“Can we stop’em?”
“That’s our objective.”
“No offense, but what I heard from the—”
“That’s our objective.”
Henry shrugged. “All right, as soon as you see movement, blow them all to hell.” He hefted his long gun. “I get a decent shot with this!”
One more time, for reassurance, and to give himself something to do, Dorian made the rounds of his fire team, checked their sight lines and kill zones, and made sure everything had an abundance of weapons and ammo. In a fair fight, against an adversary such as themselves, no matter how well trained and disciplined, he would have called the outcome no contest. His guys had ideal ground with anyone advancing up this sector wouldn’t even come close.
Henry scurried back to his team, assuring Dorian would leave once he had tied his shoes.
“Everyone in position,” he whispered loudly. “And remember, shoot to kill.”
One of the agents indicated their objection to the order with the drooping of their firearms, but Henry’s steely eyes said, Don’t argue. That’s an order.
JOHN GRAVAGLIA
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