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peeled, hoping to find she had just lost her earpiece. When he stumbled over something on the ground, he reached down to investigate. L ying at his boot was her radio. “Fuck! She’s not here! I found her radio.”
    “Roger. On my way. Stay the fuck there , ” Dom ordered. Stomach bile rose in his throat. There was no way Vice would lose her communication with them. If by some chance in hell something happened, as long as she had her rifle she was fine. He said a silent prayer and ran t o Bud with Mac close on his heels , hoping his gut was wrong .
    “Here. It was at my toe.”
    “Okay. We need to search the ground for footprints or tire tracks. If things got hot, she would have moved to an advantage point where she could snipe them out. Stay close.” Dom took her radio and shoved it in his pocket and slowly walked on, looking for any clues that might help. Mac was a huge help, tracking her path with ease. A shooter from the left missed him by about three feet, landing a bullet in the dirt next to him. With his temper taking over he rushed him, immobilizing him with a shot to each leg. Once he went down, Dom disarmed him and held him to the ground. “Where is the soldier?” h e asked in Ar a bic. The dirty bastard didn’t answer, but instead laughed. “You motherfucker ! I said where is she!” He kicked him in the ribs, reveling in the crunch sound his boo ts made. Still, the man cackled like an evil premonition . “Oh, de ath is too easy for you. You’ ll tell me where the fuck she is one way or another.” He pulled out his Gerber, using the pliers in one hand to tear out the man ’ s front tooth. As he went back for another, the man yelled in pain, thrashing to get free. Dom gripped the pliers tighter, and tugged on the next one. The man screamed through the blood that pooled in his mouth. His gurgled language was untranslatable. “What!?” Still, the man tried again, putting his arms up in surrender. Dom let his grip slack long enough to hit the radio button. After spitting a mouthful of blood out, the insurgent repeated again more clearly. “What the fuck did he say?” Dom asked over the radio.
    It was Hulk whose voice came back. “ They took her to Allai. There’ s some sort of compound t here.” His voice sounded like they all felt.
    “Bull shit! You’re lying!” Dom let loose on the insurgent and bashed his head over and over with the stock of his gun, taking out his fear and aggression with each blow. Bud ran over and caught him behind the shoulders, holding him still.
    “He’s dead, man.”
    “Fuck that! She’ s h ere somewhere. Keep looking!” Dom insisted.
    “He was telling the truth.” Bud handed over Vice’s M4, knowing her sniper rifle and pistols were still in the trucks packaged neatly… for someone to take! “Get troops to the trucks now!” Dom’s face went hard. Even in the thick darkness, Bud knew that hell held no fury to the wrath that was about to be brought. Between Vice’s hot temper and killer instincts and their brutal force, half of the country was about to go down.
    “One step ahead of you. Maverick and I are here. We need to move out. Now ,” Rock ’s answer came through their earpi e ce .
    “Copy , ” c ame their responses. Dom didn’t say a word. He simply turned, popped three bullets in the terrorist’s forehead, and walked away. Their mission just got changed.

Chapter Four
     
    Dom took off toward Pakistan, knowing they would need to find a way to cross undetected . Under normal circumstances, h e would have a file cabinet of ideas and courses for them to take to ensure a perfect task… but this was Vice. There was no doubt she couldn’t handle her own, but these fuckers were worse than Russian or German spies. They held no honor. No integrity. So he called a halt thirty miles from the border and called a meeting.

    Vice woke tied, gagged, and with a bag over her head. The last thing she remembered was walking up over a hill and being in the