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hey were all gathered in the suite, sitting where they could see the tactical map of the southern Beqaa Valley area that was taped to a wall. Fast Eddie Evans had drawn a big red X through the circle they’d previously made around Anjar. He was using a protractor set to the map’s scale, walking it around on the paper and making little tic marks with a pencil.
“It was just some kind of regular old deuce-and-a-half, Mr. Evans.” Gunnery Sergeant Morty P walked to the wet bar and poured himself yet another cup of coffee. “They could have made Beirut or if they did go north, it could be all the way back up to Baalbek.”
“That’s too far, I think.” Chan stared at the map. “If they keep him somewhere in the southern Beqaa, they’ve got lots more options, right? They could move him east int
