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Author: James Patterson
back. Northeast corner."
    "How long has the tanker been there?" I asked McDonald.
    "Hard to say, Alex. At least half an hour. Most of these tankers been pulling in and out."
    We hadn't known what to expect tonight, but stolen gas or crude would make sense, especially if Nigerians were involved. I was already out of the van and walking quickly in Jamal's direction. Two dozen or more semis, lined up in rows, were temporarily blocking my view of the corner.
    "Nicolo, Redman, pull in tighter. Bree, where are you right now?"
    "I'm behind the buildings. Headed east."
    "Good. Everyone else hold position. What about you, John? See anything yet?"
    "Nothing from here," Sampson radioed back. "Nobody's moving around over there. Just you guys."
    "Jamal, how close are you?"
    "Hang on. Just coming around a semi." I caught sight of him briefly up near the last row of trucks as I crossed the parking lot. Bree fell in silently beside me.
    I had my Glock out, low at my side. So did she. Was the killer here with his team? Were they the same ones who had killed the Coxes and the Ahmeds?
    "Somebody's getting out of the cab," Jamal McDonald whispered. "No, two people. There's four others I can see approaching from the Land Cruisers. Looks like a satchel of some kind. This must be it. Hang on." There was a brief silence and then, "Shit! I think they see me. Looks like little kids — teenagers!"
    Bree and I were running now. "Jamal, what's going on?"
    "We're on our way, almost there!"
    The next thing we heard were gunshots, lots of them.

Chapter 16
    B REE AND I began to sprint at full speed in the direction of the first volley of shots. I could still hear Jamal McDonald — but he was making a wet, gasping sound, as though he might have been hit in the throat and was possibly suffocating.
    The other officers were shouting "twenties" over the wireless and also converging on the tanker. Sampson stayed put on the roof and radioed Fairfax County for more help.
    We were only halfway there when three or four fast-moving shadows ran across our path. Maybe fifty feet ahead. They looked like kids to me, just like Jamal had said.
    One of them fired from the hip as he went, not even trying to keep covered. Then they all opened up on us. It was like some kind of Old West shoot-out; they appeared to have no fear at all, no concept of dying.
    Bree and I dropped down and fired back from ground level. Bullets sparked off the asphalt and trucks in the dark, but we couldn't see who we were shooting at now or where they were headed.
    "Kids," Bree said.
    "Killers," I corrected her.
    A second heavy exchange of fire came from the next row over of trucks. One of the team members, Art Sheiner, shouted out that he'd been hit too.
    Then everything was quiet again.
    "Sheiner?" I radioed.
    He didn't respond.
    "McDonald?"
    No response either.
    "Sampson, we need medical with that backup."
    "On its way. I'm coming down now."
    "Stay up there, John. We need a spotter, more than ever. Stay where you are!"
    "Sir, it's Connors." He was the rookie of the group and his voice was tight. "I found Jamal. He's down. There's a lot of blood."
    "Stay with him! But watch yourself."
    "Twenty-two-oh-four." It was Frank Nicolo. "Sheiner's here. He's down. No pulse. I think he's gone."
    Then, suddenly, there were more shots!

Chapter 17
    W E WERE UP and running again. Two officers had been shot, and an unknown number of assailants were at the service plaza. A second ambush opened up on us. A bullet streaked by my face.
    Someone had fired from the roof of a tractor trailer — as he ran down the length of it. I shot back and couldn't tell if I'd hit the sniper or not. Everything was happening like fireworks — there and gone — then quiet again.
    "What the fuck?" somebody shouted on radio. He didn't explain. Couldn't?
    "Alex! Bree!" It was Sampson again. "By the pumps! To your left!"
    I ran out to where I could see the main buildings. Three of the gunmen had a good fifty yards on us and were
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