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Abbas
“Bullseye!” Abbas said, his grin spreading the width of his binoculars. “s**t! They’re getting away. The helicopter. Reload! Quick! Reload!”
Yusuf scrambled for another Stinger. It slipped from his sweaty fingers. He picked it up, juggled it to the launching tube, trying to force it inside like a wasted drunk shoving a round peg into a square hole. Abbas scampered to his side assisting him.
“Easy now. Easy does it.” Abbas said, inserting the missile.
Yusuf pivoted, hoisted the launching tube on his shoulder, and sighted the helicopter in his scope. Overanxious, he fired prematurely before the missile guidance system had been fully activated.
