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threw a stun grenade through the hole Kurtz had blasted with the rocket launcher. It detonated with an ear-bleeding bang.
    Kurtz ducked through the entry point. As he stepped over a body, bright muzzle flashes confronted him and rounds sparked off the walls. Kurtz triggered his laser designator and the KRISS submachine gun sent a stream of heavy slugs down the corridor. The torrent of lead shredded the gunman, smearing his blood across the hall.
    Kurtz covered the corridor as his partner came through the breach. Moving in practiced unison they worked their way to the first doorway. It was open and Kurtz led, his more compact submachine gun easier to maneuver in the tight space. He identified three unarmed people in the room as well as the heat signature from a cooktop and ovens. It was the kitchen.
    “Three nonhostiles,” he whispered into his throat mike.
    Aleks was already approaching them. “Get down on the floor; we will not hurt you,” he said in English.
    It was pitch black in the room and his voice startled the three people. Two dropped to the ground but one of them lunged toward him with a knife. Aleks blocked the blow with his weapon and kicked the assailant across the kitchen. Kurtz finished him off by smashing his KRISS into the side of the man’s head, knocking him unconscious. He zip-tied his hands and left him on the floor.
    The two remaining staff were terrified. They could see nothing in the darkness, although the noises told the story clear enough.
    “Ask them where she is,” Kurtz whispered.
    Aleks asked in English, then in Russian.
    A terrified kitchen hand answered: “In the cellar, end of the hall next to the stairs.”
    As Kurtz was leaving the room he saw the beam of a flashlight flickering down the corridor. He jumped backward into the kitchen as a hail of gunfire blew shards of stone across the doorway. Calmly he pulled a high-explosive grenade from his vest and flicked it down the hall, sending it skidding along the wooden floorboards.
    Terrified yells filled the air.
    The grenade detonated with an explosion that shook the walls. Kurtz waited a moment before surveying the damage. It was carnage; two bodies lay crumpled on the floor and a third man was dragging himself away, legs shattered and bleeding. Kurtz put a single shot through the back of the wounded man’s head.
    They reached the staircase at the end of the hall. Aleks covered the stairs to the next floor. An AK fired blindly from the upper landing and Aleks responded with a burst of his own.
    “I’ll hold them off, you go get the girl.”
    Kurtz pushed open the cellar door with his boot. A volley of fire greeted him. He waited as the rounds thudded into the heavy wood. One of the bullets struck the side of his helmet, snapping his head back.
    “Son of a bitch!”
    “You all good?” asked Aleks as he unleashed another burst of fire into the landing above.
    The answer came as Kurtz lobbed a distraction grenade into the cellar. The gunmen fired blindly for a moment, then Kurtz stormed down the stairs, firing his KRISS as he went. A torrent of 230-grain projectiles tore through an upturned table, leaving the two gunmen crouched behind it ripped to shreds.
    When Kurtz reached the bottom of the staircase a flash of white light overwhelmed his goggles. Something smashed into his weapon, sending it flying across the room. Another blow slammed his NVGs into his eye sockets.
    Kurtz desperately raised an arm to protect himself as his master hand reached for the pistol on his hip.
    It was too late. Gusztáv was already on top of him. The Hungarian used the heavy metal flashlight like a club, swinging it wildly in the darkness. He smashed it into the PRIMAL operative’s shoulder and Kurtz roared in pain, his hand numbed by the blow. Encouraged by his opponent’s anguish, Gusztáv swung again, hitting the other arm.
    That was his undoing. The built-in Taser activated, sending a high-voltage blast through the metal flashlight and into his