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“It’s your call, bro,” Henry commented, taking cover from an oncoming blast.

“You know what you signed up for, Henry,” Dorian finally replied. “We stick to the plan. We’re so close.”

Henry stared at him with a dumbfounded look. “I like you, Dorian…but you’re crazy.”

“What can I say? It’s part of my charm.” Dorian replied, as he jumped up with his gun ready, facing the enemy.

He opened fire, and the front line of hostiles collapsed. Bullets whipped over Dorian’s head, and slammed into an old team car. They were like insects blackening the air.

Shells burst on the ground, instantaneous blossoms of fire and shrapnel. Henry ran, shouting at the others to get back, get under cover, but the vast train yard was the size of a professional football field, open and flat and broad, and there was hardly any cover.

Sniper teams were taking roof positions around the train yard. Each team included two shooters one of which was armed with a thermal scanner. The scanners came online, and thermal images of three people appeared.

“Target is the tallest one in the middle.” Henry said to Dorian.

Dorian muttered profanities to himself. If some damned sniper dispatched the mark before Dorian had a chance at him.

As for the rest of the assault force, Henry knew then they’d lost the element of surprise. No more time for subtlety. Time

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