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“Now,” I bark into the headset, and Yan fires the RPG as Arslan’s bodyguards herd their boss into his car.
Boom!
For a moment, there’s nothing but the blinding flash of the missile exploding and the ringing in my ears, but then I see it.
The surviving bodyguards scattering like roaches, with more running out of the guardhouse to confront the threat.
“Do it,” I tell Anton, and he starts picking them off one by one, his semi-automatic sniper’s rifle firing with deadly efficiency. I join him, and before long, a dozen bodies litter the ground, their heads blown open by our bullets.
“Two o’clock,” Yan shouts in the headset, and I spot movement on the ground. A guard is crouched low, using the burning car as a cover. His arm is around a man’s back, protecting him.
Fury spikes th
