One story below the roof level, there was an exchange of gunfire. Desi’s voice came over our headsets announcing, “All tangos gone from the stairwell, but can’t say how many exited the elevator.”
Ten seconds later, Desi was right behind Patrick, the three of us about to emerge from the stairwell. I braced my shoulder against the door marked “roof access,” ready to push it open. We heard the whirl of chopper blades on the other side. Counting down the time in my head, I figured we still had sixty seconds to reach the chopper. Then Thad’s voice spoke through our coms.
“We got company, Christian! Desi, I could use some back up, lay down fire, give Patrick and Christian time to get to the chopper, but you have to hustle. s**t! Where the hell did they get an RPG? Move your ass! Go, go, go!”
