Chapter 104
When Miles rose from behind the concealing rock, the chopper was a slow moving target tracking from right to left. The Barrett was capable of putting a .50 caliber round into a man-sized target at nearly a mile's distance. Two hundred yards was less than pointblank range--with the twelve-power scope, he would have to try hard to miss from here. He wasn't going to try that, not today. § The co-pilot saw it first. The big, ungainly rifle pointing in their direction was unmistakably a deadly threat. He screamed a warning to the pilot, who was on the controls at the moment. He was stammering unintelligibly though; no one could understand him. The pilot scanned all the cockpit gauges warning lights first, thinking there was something wrong with the aircraft. Finding nothing, his eyes came up
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