18: They’re Not Dead Yet!
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HOLY CRAP, HE’S GOOD! They thought at once.
Hitting a moving target in the dark, at an angle, with just a handgun is never, ever easy, especially from fifteen feet.
It had all gone tit’s up. Bryce took an iron-clad hold of his emotions. Keeping his voice steady, he asked, ‘G?’
He gave a small sigh of relief when G responded.
‘I’m okay. Youssef?’
They both turned to the Algerian; he was moaning in pain. He’d taken a bullet. In a split second, Bryce got to his feet.
‘Get ready to leg it. Take Youssef with you; I’m goin’ after him.’
They didn’t hesitate; even the old man and his mule had found sprinting power.
Bryce jumped to get a grip of the flat stone roof. Biceps bulging, he pulled himself up. He waited on his hands and knees till he g
