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Master Sergeant Cole Montgomery rode on the outside seat in the rear of the Huey. A boot-tip from the open doorway, he looked out to his right and saw two more military helicopters flying fast alongside in the dim morning light. Out to the left and the same, a golden halo forming over the Saudi desert.
Time was critical. The plan had been to strike before dawn, but they’d been held on standby with word of CIA operatives on the ground.
Well, someone in Washington must have ran out of patience, because here they were. They had few details other than satellite photography of the compound, and further imagery of Radovan Kovac and his key players.
Their orders were to secure the compound and wait for agents to arrive to deal with the remaining hacking cell itself. That was fine with Mont
