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It had been over an hour since the Humvee had pulled into the American Camp at the northeast corner of the base and Kara’s team of four had exited the vehicle. No sign of Mr. Passenger Number Five.
She fought down a wave of nausea. Maybe it was better not to know. For once she truly appreciated not being on the forward action team.
Kara checked the other two teams. Claudia had been overflown several more times by the four Israeli jets but remained undetected.
Two of them were now on a long approach back to the air base, swinging wide over the Central Negev before turning onto the final leg of the runway’s landing pattern.
She watched the jets sliding side-by-side across the night sky, clear of Avdat and Justin’s position by a bare kilometer.
As she watched, one of the jets dissolv
