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perfected the art of sleeping for a defined period of time then waking automatically on full alert.
    He had just opened his eyes, readying himself for his shift, when Trey reached back and touched his leg. He turned to him, pointed at his eyes then raised three fingers.
    Target’s walking outside the cave. Marc sees three men with him. I’m moving forward again.  
    Slade nodded and shifted his own position, lifting his binoculars to get a closer look at the scene. The head man himself sat on a narrow bench, apparently getting ready to address his small group of key followers.
    Beau set up the rifle mount in three seconds, the same amount of time it would take him to collapse it and stow it in his backpack. Next came the rifle, Beau nestling it so quietly on its stand that Slade had to look twice to make sure it was even set up. Trey was at his left ear, using a spotter scope and calling off wind velocity and other measurements to him in a voice barely a whisper. Slade kept the binocs on their target, watching him as he sat down and spread his white robes around him.
    Slade knew Beau was in full sniper mode now, slowing his heartbeat so that he could literally shoot between each thump, thump, thump. Heclicked twice in his lip mic.
    Now!
    The sound of the bullet leaving the gun made a soft ploush sound. Slade narrowed his eyes and tracked the velocity of the bullet to its target. He watched its vapour trail until it actually hit the target and made its tight narrow hole. Well, that was his special skill, right?
    He shook himself out of his mental musings. No time for that now. He took one more look to make sure the target was dead. Yup, flat on his back. With the binocs Slade could even see the black hole in his head and the men running around frantically, their screams of rage echoing against the rocks. The team was already packing its gear and Marc was taking the lead, following the way out he’d memorised coming in without making any noise.
    Their progress was slow and they stopped frequently to look for signs they were being followed. But there’d been no bang! from the rifle to give them away and it would take the men with Mansoor some time to figure out where the shot had come from. They moved with practiced stealth, just as slowly as they’d arrived, until they were back at the original insertion point.
    Slade lifted his satellite mic from his pack, clicked the button and said, “Come and get us, Danny. And don’t stop for cookies and milk.”
    He gathered everyone with him by the huge boulder marking the landing zone. In what seemed like eternity, but in reality was probably less than a minute, Slade heard the familiar whump! whump! of the rotors and spotted the recognisable shape of the light attack helo. As the pilot lowered it, a rope descended from the open cabin and Slade could see black-clad men with their machine guns at the ready.
    Packs strapped to their backs, the four men fast-roped up to the helo and then they were away. Clean. He let out a long, slow breath.
    Dropping his gear beside him, he closed his eyes and, for the first time since they’d received the orders for the mission, he allowed himself to think about a petite redhead whose submissive qualities and wet cunt set his cock on fire. Not to mention kick-starting some unusual emotions. He’d have to find out how much downtime they’d have before the next mission and if he could hitch a ride stateside even for a couple of days.

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Kari watched the jury file into the courtroom, their faces solemn, and take their seats in the jury box. She tried to read their expressions but they gave away nothing. The trial had been long and arduous, one that required hours and hours of preparation. She’d had to put her personal life on hold, a move that had regretfully prevented her from any more sessions with Sir at The Edge.
    After the first night, he’d been all she could think about and the subsequent messages through Bruno to