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but deep down, he knew he wasn’t.
    “Fuck!” Ryan bolted from his bed, searching for his pants. Another explosion rocked the area, shaking more books from his shelves. He cursed again, bracing himself as he struggled to get his foot in the leg hole, but it wasn’t working. Ryan abandoned his pants and reached for his weapon, running out of the container where he bunked, pausing only long enough to figure out which way to go. Black smoke rose from across the base. Guys were racing away from the blast. General chaos reigned. He stopped a corporal, hoping he could get answers.
    “What’s happening?” Ryan ducked low as another explosion went off.
    “No fucking clue. This sucks.” The guy took off, his head low as he ran away from the blasts.
    Ryan checked his magazine, making sure he had enough ammunition to get the job done. He headed toward the commotion, sprinting around the shipping containers that were being used as sleeping quarters, and the tents that had sprung up over the base. Guys were streaming from the area that had been hit, fear evident on their faces. Ryan didn’t hesitate as he raced around the edge of a building, running faster as he searched for the cause of the problem. Contemplating why he was hurrying towards the danger when most people were fleeing was a useless pastime. He was a trained specialist, and it was his nature to step in when he saw a wrong, no other explanation was needed.
    The fire came into view as another explosion rocked the area. Ryan stopped, holding still as he took in the situation. Chaos reigned. People were bolting from the area, their shouts like tiny bugs over the roar of the fires. Ryan stared into the mêlée and could make out one person standing close to a small building the base used as storage. The man seemed to be his mark. He wouldn’t allow the asshole to continue his reign of terror.
    A shot rang out, zipping past him and far to his right. The bastard was now taking aim at something close to his position. Ryan looked, seeing a couple of men running from one of the officer’s tents. He shouldered his weapon, bringing the scope to his eye. He didn’t think the guy had seen him or figured out that he was in the crosshairs, but he’d know soon enough. Ryan took two seconds to get set, staring through the scope, hoping he could actually stop this bastard. Ryan watched as the asshole took aim, firing another round and hitting a soldier. Anger flashed through Ryan, burning hot. There was no question of guilt. The man wasn’t a friend. He’d come onto this base to kill and was causing real damage. Ryan counted backwards from five, calming as he lined the guy up in his sights. This shot had to ring true. The bastard was being rather smug, standing in the open like he was impervious, thinking that no one would shoot him. Of course, the explosions were making people run away. This fucker had to die.
    Ryan got to one in his countdown and squeezed, knowing before the noise of the shot died that he’d hit his mark. It seemed like forever for the guy to drop to the ground, but Ryan knew it had only been seconds. Ryan waited a few beats of his heart for another shooter to reveal himself, but all was quiet and no one else took over the killing spree. No shots were fired and no more explosions sounded.
    Slowly, people started coming out from their hidey-holes as Ryan walked over, his rifle at the ready. Someone pulled out a hose and began fighting the fire that had started from one of the explosions. Peace settled as Ryan raced across the expanse, closing the distance on the shooter. He needed to make sure the guy was down. As he approached, Ryan shouldered his rifle, ready to fire if the guy moved. A couple of MP’s were there, their weapons trained on Ryan. He bent, checking the pulse of the dude before dropping his rifle and holding his hands up, allowing the MP’s to take charge.
    Ryan stared at the familiar face, his anger increasing. Ibrahim. What the hell? His