CHAPTER 20
BARADAR
“HAH!”
Hasan Baradar exulted as he let his now-expended AT4 antitank weapon fall to the ground.
Still cackling with glee, he bent down and picked up his M4 and took off at a run to close the distance between himself and the people he’d just killed. He desperately needed to see their bodies.
The terror leader knew he hadn’t directly hit that infernal woman and the man guarding her, but it didn’t matter. The right kind of AT4 could, of course, function as an antipersonnel weapon but the ordnance in his wasn’t that kind. Still, he was sure the disposable weapon’s explosive projectile had blown up the house the four people were trying to use as cover. The shrapnel created by the blast was more than enough to flatten them all.
Probably, a propane tank or natural gas lin
