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This was his team.
He was responsible for them.
He turned and watched a man walking from the building with his white robes on that gathered at his ankles. His skin was brown and weathered.
This must be their contact.
“Where are we to unload?” Seth’s voice came over the com.
Movement out the corner of Dallas’s eye caught his attention.
Sam was right.
Something was off.
Dallas focused back on the man.
He released a curse.
The man pulled a semiautomatic rifle from his robe.
“Gun!” Dallas roared.
The man yelled out expletives in Pashto, the language of the locals.
“Put your weapon down!” Sam hollered.
David, Dallas, and Sam had their weapons trained on the man, but he ignored the warning and took off toward them with his gun pointed in their direction.
Dallas raised his weapon and aimed true but was met with the sound of gunfire. The man’s body jerked before falling to the ground. Dallas turned, finding David had fired his weapon. Dallas took notice of the movement coming from another direction and released a curse.
“We got a fucking problem. Three o’clock,” he barked.
More men came out of the buildings with their guns trained on Dallas and his men. His squad drew close to their vehicles, returning fire.
It was an ambush.
Dallas aimed his weapon and began picking off men who had been advancing on him.
A whistling sound filtered through the air.
“Missile!” a voice screamed.
Dallas caught sight of it heading straight to the supply truck. He turned and ran, pumping his arms as fast as he could, ignoring the bullets hitting the ground around him. Sam and David were by his side as they headed toward the buildings across the street.
Boom!
His body was thrown against the brick building. The heat of the blaze met him from where they were. His gaze roamed the area, finding bodies littering the area from the men who had been shooting at them.
This wasn’t good. Their three vehicles were out of commission.
His men regrouped in the alleyway between the two buildings. The small town wouldn’t have many places to hide.
“Keep moving,” he ordered.
Ross, Tim, and Randy nodded, rushing past him. They ran down the alley with Dallas picking up the rear. He was certain Sam would be leading from the front.
They had studied the area, and without a doubt, they had all memorized it.
