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Stages Ten, Eleven, and the start of Twelve through the Andes from Chile into Peru were no more than a blur.
Luke kept functioning, but the lack of sleep was really catching up with him. A trademark of a Spec Ops soldier was that they could sleep anywhere, anytime. Helo flight into a life-threatening mission? Perfect excuse for a twenty-minute catnap. Roaring along at thirty thousand feet in a C-130 Hercules, fully dressed for a highly dangerous HALO parachute jump? Better than a sleeping pill.
Being apart from Zoe during those three long nights of the rally had nearly killed him. He’d gotten them lost twice, once for twenty minutes in the trackless dunes of Stage Eleven. The only comfort was that all the teams were so tired that the screw-ups weren’t limited to him.
Sergey ran into
