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Chris felt the reassuring tug on the back of his belt and then focused on what he had to do.
There was a dancelike flow to room-clearing. Six Delta operators hitting a target so hard, so fast, that there was no time for others to react.
The radio was no more than the occasional dance of positional calls. “B-1-3.” Someone from his team—it didn’t matter who—was about to enter through the third window of the first floor on the “B” side of the building—the second counting clockwise from the “A” front.
Chris called “B-1-3 inside” and the two of them entered from opposite directions safe from each other’s field of fire. In five seconds there were no unfriendlies left standing in the room.
Together they moved back along the B-wall, dropping two more guards, until they had cleared the othe
