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headlights some hundred yards behind them. They were being followed. Besides their van and the vehicle behind them, no other cars were on the road.
    “Does this van have any weapons Angelo?”
    Angelo appeared startled at the question as he shook his head no.
    “There are weapons and ammunition at the safe house, as I said earlier.”
    The vehicle behind them had sped up slightly. Mac turned to look at his men seated behind him.
    “Be ready.”
    Jack, Minnick, and Benny knew that when Mac spoke those two words, he meant it. Each of them quietly removed their handguns from their holsters, their adrenalin already beginning to heighten in preparation of potential trouble.
    Mac looked over at Angelo, who continued to appear oblivious to the other vehicle tailing them.
    “Angelo, I need you to turn onto a side street please, preferably to make a hard right and then speed up before pulling off to the side of the road. I want you to do it at the next available street…I see one coming up to us now.”
    Mac’s voice was calm, but his team sensed he too was readying himself for battle.
    Angelo, looking confused, pointed a finger at the windshield.
    “We are not to the safe house yet. Five more minutes.”
    Mac’s hand snapped across the space between he and Angelo and grabbed the steering wheel, sending the van veering onto a narrow side road.
    “Give this thing some fucking gas Angelo – NOW!”
    Angelo’s eyes widened again as he pushed down on the van’s accelerator, moving the vehicle quickly past rows of single level residential homes.
    “Now stop – and cut the lights!”
    The van screeched to a halt, though before it had come to a full stop, Mac was already outside, his P226 at the ready. The residential street was silent but for the scraping of boots over tightly packed gravel as Jack, Benny, and Minnick moved to positions approximately thirty yards from one another, quickly fading into the darkness of the dimly lit street.
    Mac stayed by the van, keeping an eye on both the ends of the street, as well as Angelo’s movements as he moved out slowly from the driver’s seat. In the distance, the barking of a dog carried across the humid Benghazi pre-dawn air.
    The silence was suddenly ripped away as a speeding van identical to the one they were riding in with Angelo, approached their location with its headlights turned off. It appeared to be doing at least sixty miles an hour. Mac knew that very soon the van’s high beams would be turned on in an attempt to momentarily blind them.
    “I need one of you to get yourself behind that incoming. Be ready.”
    Mac made out the form of Jack moving swiftly down the street, hiding along the way where he could find a tree or shrub to do so. The van was now less than fifty yards away and closing fast.
    It was at that moment Mac heard Angelo attempting to sneak behind him. He had been expecting this from the Italian as soon as he noted they were being followed out of the Benina airport. Nobody who was to have been as integral to the assignment as Angelo could have been so oblivious to being tailed. The only question in Mac’s mind now was if he would keep Angelo alive, or simply kill him dead now.
    “Angelo, don’t make the mistake of underestimating me. Anyone who has done that, finds themselves leaving this earth soon after.”
    As predicted, the approaching van turned on its headlights. That was Mac’s cue to hit the ground, rolling almost too fast for the eye to follow as Angelo strained to see what was in front of him. Mac fired a single round into Angelo’s right wrist, causing the Italian to drop his gun and cry out in shock and pain. Mac was already up and running to the back of their van as the other van’s occupants began firing in his direction. Soon their gunfire was met with return fire from each side of the street as Minnick and Benny emerged from the shadows then almost immediately followed by Jack squeezing several rounds off from behind. It took Mac’s