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structure, N OONER got into the breech position to kick the door down while the others formed a stack. Camille pushed up against Hunter’s back as tightly as she could. Her body armor disguised the feel of his body pressing against hers, but she caught a whiff of his earthy scent and bit her lip to distract herself.
    G ENGHIS stacked himself against her back and squeezed her thigh just below her ass, signaling he was ready. She did the same to Hunter, much lower down his leg than she normally would.
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    Hunter struggled to focus on the task at hand, but with Stella plastered against his backside, it wasn’t easy. Since he’d officially died two years ago, he’d dreamed of her spooning against him again every day. One wild fantasy even had them doing it, both jocked up in full combat gear, but not even in his worst nightmares was Stella sandwiched between him and another guy like they were at the moment. He already hated himself for what he had put her through and now she was more furious with him than ever. He would never forgive himself if he lost her.
    He was afraid he already had.
    Hunter felt Stella grab his leg and he flashed N OONER a hand signal. N OONER kicked in the door and they flooded inside. Hunter hugged the wall as best he could given the clutter and worked his way to the right corner of the room, sweeping his section. He knew that, only a second behind him, G ENGHIS would buttonhole the door and neutralize any muj hiding behind it. As he moved to the back corner of the room, he saw a figure raise a weapon. He fired a burst, dropping the tango and continued on to his position in the corner.
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    Camille rounded the doorway and moved to the left. She pointed the XM8 toward the far left corner and fanned it toward the right corner.
    â€œSurrender. Friend. Surrender.” A man moved near the center of the room, shouting in heavily accented English and waving his empty hands in the air.
    She targeted, but saw no weapon and didn’t fire. Trusting that G ENGHIS and N OONER were in place behind her, she rushed toward the insurgent. “Tango down! Moving!”
    She smacked her boot against his ankle and swung the butt of her weapon into his back. He tumbled down face first. She pushed her boot into his back and pointed her weapon at him.
    â€œ Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar ,” he said over and over. “Allah is great.”
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    Although Hunter already knew it was lifeless, he kicked the body of the insurgent he’d shot just to be sure before he worked his way over to Stella. A jumble of tables, chairs and assorted junk blocked his way. He bulldozed a trail.
    He patted down the prisoner and found a small sidearm and took it. The man continued to pray loudly, moving his head with the beat of his words. “Is kut!” Hunter shouted to shut him up as he pulled out a zip-tie. He was tightening it around the tango’s wrists when Stella shined an infrared light into the man’s face.
    Hunter froze.
    He was trained not to forget faces and this one had been etched into his mind—in Afghanistan where the man had been posing as a Taliban. At the time Hunter had understood from some of the other operators that the guy was some kind of an undercover operative.
    Hunter wasn’t sure who he worked for, but Hunter guessed the Other Government Agency —the CIA. He wasn’t going to blow the spook’s cover, not even with Stella, so he barked orders at him in Arabic and pulled him to his feet. The sound of gunfire in the courtyard had now slowed to only an occasional shot. In less than fifteen seconds after exiting the Cougar, the action was over.
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    Camille searched the room, moving quickly. G ENGHIS walked behind her and muttered under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear. “Should’ve neutralized him. You’re going to get someone killed someday.”
    She ignored him, turned the XM8 around and smashed its butt into a mirror. It