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Three black SUVs behind us.
My team.
Twelve men total.
All former military.
Delta.
SEALs.
Rangers.
Men who know how to move fast and hit hard.
Men who don't hesitate.
"Comms check," I say into the radio.
One by one, they respond.
"Alpha One, good."
"Alpha Two, good."
"Bravo One, good."
All the way down the line.
I exhaleslowly.
"We go in sixty seconds," I say.
"Once we breach the holding area, it's loud and fast."
"No one gets out."
"Copy that," comes the chorus of responses.
Jace closes his laptop.
Slides it into the bag at his feet.
He pulls his sidearm.
Checks the magazine.
Chambers a round.
"You good?" I ask.
He glances at me.
Smirks.
"Always."
I reach for my own weapon.
