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affect her objectivity. Her life depended on swift accuracy. The first shot had to take out the target; additional shots took too much time and would slow down her getaway. Sitting on a roof made her an excellent target once someone knew she was there.
    At 9:30, Ralph was down below, in the smelly sewer system. He placed a large amount of C4 explosive directly underneath the middle of the street. It would explode and stop the motorcade in order to set up a killing zone for the snipers above. He moved about ten meters up the sewer to where the second vehicle should be once the procession stopped and placed another bomb. This one would blow up the target’s vehicle after the snipers shot him, to eliminate evidence and ensure the mission had been completed.
    Gabriella had hacked the security company’s records a few weeks before team Bravo Oscar arrived and placed Dean on the detail guarding the target. He got into the black limo and sat on one side of the Frenchman that he was assigned to kill. Another guard got in and sat on the other side. At about 9:30, the motorcade pulled away from the palatial stone building where it had formed and began the one-hour procession. They had decided to make the hit toward the end of the trip, hoping that security might relax slightly and increase Team Bravo Oscar’s edge.
    Ralph sat at a café half a block farther up the street from his bombs and watched the first car make the turn. It was a big, black sedan with heavily tinted windows, no doubt full of security. A second vehicle, a long black limo, came around the corner right behind the first car. As expected, their target stood in it, waving happily to the crowds lining the broad avenue. A third black car was starting to come around as Ralph put down his cup and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, which would act as the detonator. When the first vehicle rolled over the bomb closest to him, he triggered it to blow and create the killing field for Gretchen and Antione.
    What Team Bravo Oscar didn’t know was that they had been set up by the highest authority in their chain of command – someone Dean knew very well…someone who wanted him dead.
    Right after Ralph set his bombs, another team of experts went along behind him and disarmed them. Gretchen, Dean, and Antoine realized immediately that the bombs were out of play. They had to improvise. Adrenaline triggered by the sudden change in plans, plus the fact that the target continued to move away, threatened to effect Gretchen’s shot. Dean knew that he had to stop the motorcade. He slipped his 9mm handgun out of its new stiff leather case, hidden under his jacket. He held it discreetly by his side and glanced past the target’s standing legs at the other guard. As expected, it was toward the end of the procession; the guard, no longer vigilant, was now looking out the car window at girls.
    Dean leaned forward and placed his 92A1 pistol against the driver’s head and pulled the trigger. The sudden movement got the other guard’s attention. Before Dean could take him out, he grabbed Dean’s outstretched arm with both hands.
    “I was wondering when you would make your move.” He brought Dean’s arm down hard against his knee, and Dean dropped the gun reflexively. “I was beginning to think you had lost your nerve, you American dog.”
    Now Dean knew that the bomb hadn’t just failed to explode, but that the entire mission had been compromised. As his gun hit the floor, the now driverless car veered out of control. It crashed into a corner café, causing people and chairs to fly everywhere.
    Moments before the crash, Gretchen and Antoine lined up their shots. They fired in unison to keep the car from getting away, but the shots went wide as the vehicle suddenly swerved wildly into a crowd. Their target fell into the car and out of sight.
    The struggle in the car continued until the target suddenly fell on Dean. Before Dean could get out from under the man, the