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Target Compound, North Waziristan—October 2009When it was time, the four Marines left Baryal with the Toyota near the Shark’s Teeth, then climbed the wadi for about three hundred yards at a steep angle, the path slightly unstable footing—gravelly rubble. It would be much more slippery and unstable coming back down. They finally stopped to rest near the tiny compound. McKenna felt it was even colder now up here, squatting on his heels behind the pile of scree, watching each of his team members trying to catch their breaths, panting warm geysers of steam into the chilly night air. Off across the wadi in the darkness, he could just make out a few pine trees along the ridge.
At exactly 0500, as had been determined back at the G-2 briefings, Rod and McKenna snuck off in the dark, swinging
