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It was as bright as a lightning bolt heaved from the heavens, but straight as an arrow.
Azadah could not see the ground at her feet and could only rely on her contact with Chris to lead her to safety.
She turned her head enough to watch the lightning bolt as it struck down behind them. A ball of fire erupted back toward the heavens. Only the wall that encircled the compound kept her from being blinded.
Hellfire.
That is what the Americans had sent down on Syed’s grave.
A Hellfire missile.
It was what he’d deserved.
It would hide the team’s actions, for they were the silent warriors. Now it would be just another drone strike with another set of confirmed kills—confirmed by those who had already pulled the triggers before vanishing into the night.
When the rolling thunder washed
