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Kee focused on the terrain ahead and didn’t like what she saw. Not one bit. This sucked on so many levels.
Closing her eyes, she clamped her teeth down on the side of her tongue. The pain brought clarity and focus as it brought the taste of blood. She’d been clamping down since the moment she’d seen Archie leaning against the wall calling her Helen of Troy through a haze of shock. She knew her nerves were shot, and now it was all up to her.
Focus, damn it. She pulled her rifle off Archie’s shoulder and removed the caps from the scope. She’d mounted the day scope when she’d grabbed the rifle. There was barely enough light to see.
They were atop a nice rise, well hidden but much too far from the airfield. The hedgerow they’d been following curved away to the left. Where she’d expected
