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    â€œDo you have any brothers and sisters, James? James?”
    He let out one, long, fractured breath and was still.
    Hunter felt his eyes well up with tears and his body fill with anger.
    Not anger. Rage.
    James was his friend. He was just a fucking kid.
    â€œNO!” He started to scream, all the pent-up fear of the last few days erupting out of him in one wild, animal howl of fury and loss. In that moment he didn’t care if he died. Not at all. Stroking James’s cold, dead forehead tenderly, he stood up and ran towards the light of the Chinooks.
    That’s when it happened.
    One of the helicopters exploded, sending a fireball hundreds of feet high shooting into the air like a comet. Hunter watched it in shock. It dawned on him then that the Americans might actually lose this battle. This wasn’t the clean rescue they’d intended. It was all going wrong. Soldiers were dying. Group 99 were fighting back, fighting for their lives.
    Hunter kept running, because really, what else was there to do? He would run until something happened to stop him. Until his legs blew off like James’s, or a bullet ripped through his skull like Bob Daley’s, or until he was free to write the truth about what had happened tonight. The truth about everything.
    The lights grew brighter. Blinding. Hunter thought he was past Group 99’s control center now but he wasn’t sure. Just then a second Chinook roared back into life, its blades turning full pelt just a few yards from where Hunter was standing. Hunter watched camouflaged men leap into it one by one as it hovered just inches above the ground. Bullets flew over his head. Then, right in front of him, a hand reached out in the carnage.
    â€œGet in!”
    The American soldier was leaning out of the Chinook, reaching for Hunter’s hand. He was younger than Hunter, but confident, his words a command, not a request.
    Hunter hesitated, a rabbit in the headlights.
    He thought about the story that had gotten him kidnapped in the first place.
    About the truth, the unpalatable truth, that so many people wanted to suppress.
    Once he got into that helicopter, would he ever be able to tell it? Would he ever complete his mission?
    He looked behind him. Scores of corpses littered the charred remnants of the camp that had been his world for the last few months. It had all happened in minutes. Bad men and good men and naïve young boys lay slaughtered like cattle. Just like poor Bob Daley had been slaughtered.
    And now a confident young American was holding out his hand, offering Hunter a way out. It was what he’d been praying for.
    Get in!
    Hunter Drexel looked his rescuer gratefully in the eye.
    Then he turned and ran off into the night.

CHAPTER 4
    W HAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘he ran’?”
    President Jim Havers held the phone away from his ear in disbelief.
    â€œHe ran, Sir,” General Teddy MacNamee repeated. “Drexel refused to get into the helicopter.”
    There was a long silence.
    â€œFuck,” said the president.
    â€œ WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘he ran’?”
    The British Prime Minister rubbed her eyes blearily.
    â€œI don’t know how many other ways to say it, Julia,” the President of the United States snapped. “He wouldn’t get in the chopper. He ran into the fucking forest. We’re screwed. ”
    Julia Cabot thought, You mean you’re screwed, Jim.
    Her mind raced as she tried to figure out the best way to play this.
    â€œI’ve already had the Bratislavan president on the line, screaming blue murder,” President Havers ranted on. “The UN secretary General’s asked me for a statement as a matter of urgency.”
    â€œWhat did you tell him?”
    â€œNothing yet.”
    â€œWhat will you tell him?”
    â€œThat Drexel wasn’t there. He’d been moved. But that they successfully took out a bunch of terrorists.”
    â€œGood,” Julia Cabot