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and motionless—trapped in the fatal funnel. His weapon lay off to his right, still snugged by the sling. She noticed KC return to the main passageway where they’d all just departed.
    “Chase is covering down on our area. What happened?”
    “Shotgun. I’m hit, but fine. Hollywood’s down. Eyes on, see nothing.”
    “You cover up. I’ll bang and snatch,” KC said.
    “10-4. Clear to go.”
    KC crouched to the edge of the open door. Voodoo watched her yank a flash bang from her vest and pull the pin. The heavy metal casing was about the size of a soft drink can. It bounced and clanked for a second. The thin metal spoon that held the firing mechanism in place, popped off. A brilliant explosion of light and sound ripped through the slight opening. Voodoo blinked to shield her eyes. When they opened, Hollywood was gone.
    “Team 6 taking fire. Engine room.”
    “Cobra, we’re right around the corner. Take cover. We got a better angle,” Team 5’s leader said. Voodoo jumped at the intensity of their radio broadcasts. She was in her own gun battle, but hated that her teammates were in one too.
    “Shit, Team 6—one man down. Non-life threatening,” Cobra’s voice sounded pissed. Voodoo knew the feeling.
    “Two down and departed. Thanks 5,” Cobra said. “Coming up with one medevac.”
    Voodoo pressed the communications headset against her ear to follow the action. Her heart grew heavy. She’d had enough of this bullshit. Penny ante meth heads playing shoot ’em up while the fate of thousands drifted up river. Not to mention her damn roommate Bonny being central to the whole mess.
    She heard the soft touch of a sole upon diamond-plated steel. Raised her weapon, and rattled off three rounds. An emaciated bag of skin dropped a sawed-off shotgun as he crumpled. Brass casings from her Colt 9mm jingled, as they bounced along the metal platform. Burnt powder saturated the filter to her mask.
    “Look who’s awake,” KC teased as Hollywood shook his head and tried to lift himself to a seated position. Voodoo heard her transmission but kept her sights down the passageway. She was sure another voice had gasped as the shooter was dropped.
    “I’m okay. Just had the wind knocked out of me. Back in the game,” Hollywood assured.
    Voodoo’s heart leapt—there was no denying how she felt for him.
    “Good,” Chase radioed. “KC, come back my way to clear this last room.”
    “Moving,” KC responded.
    Hollywood gave Voodoo a thumb up as he leaned against the bulkhead taking in deep gulps of tanked air. She’d never been so happy as right then. What better way to build a relationship than fighting with, and for, the one you cared about most.
    “Team 4, assist Team 6 with casualty,” Rose said. “Chopper coming into hot LZ, so make transfer quickly. Weather getting worse. We’ll meet up at hospital later.”
    “Team 4 moving,” Billy acknowledged.
    “Team 5 move to captain’s bridge to help Teams 1 and 2 finish clearing.”
    “Yes ma’am,” The SEAL’s acknowledgement showed no signs of apprehension over taking orders from a woman. Of course, Rose Prospero was no typical woman. Voodoo knew she could learn plenty from her as a role model.

CHAPTER 5
    “This ain’t the Peabody Hotel?” Chase asked the obvious. Their flat panel van strolled across a bumpy gravel-paved path off Macon Cove Road—about 15 klicks east of downtown Memphis.
    “Brief and bunk here tonight. Intel Section promised more diary decoding by this evening. No need hustling back to HQ—the path to Bonny is up river. We just don’t know how far at this point.” Billy sat on the floor of the van, his forearms hugging bent knees. His body swayed with the motion of the transport as it had in the chopper.
    “I ain’t ever seen this type of haul and switch operation up a river before. Hell, up any body of water in all my years with Team 6. The guy Rose winged from the balcony said Bonny and friends traded them the ship for a hand in