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to shift into overdrive and apply brute force, to take down the headman before he could muster sufficient wits to resist.

“Suppressing fire!” The leader shouted.

“Yes, sir!” Came the response.

“Yes, sir!” Another trooper shouted. He signaled to the others and all the troopers let loose.

The other hostiles fired, hitting Dorian’s advancing forces in all direction.

As the three kept firing, holding back Dorian’s teammates, the leader turned to him.

His subordinates had finished reloading, slamming magazines home onto their weapons.

“Set!” A trooper shouted.

“Advance in teams!” The leader called. He reiterated the command in hand signals.

The aide-de-camp ordered, “Alpha team forward!”

They began to advance—and as they went they opened fire, ripping the place apart with long automatic-weapon bursts.

“We’ve got movement!” A trooper shouted, peering out a heads-up on his night-vision goggles. “Behind the compartment! Two targets!”

The leader signaled a halt, and ran to the trooper. “Identify!”

There was a moment’s hesitation as he touched the goggles, zoomed in on the figures.

“It’s Dorian Gray and Henry Lord,” he said.

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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