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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
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  54. EPILOGUE
  55. More from the Authors
  56. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  57. Novels by Vince Flynn

“American team. This is Scott Coleman of SEAL Demolition and Salvage…”

It seemed more practical to use that name. Rapp’s own wouldn’t be recognizable to anyone but top operators. Coleman, on the other hand, was a legend throughout the armed forces.

“If you can hear this, the following is my phone number. Call it.” He began repeating the number over the megaphone and on the fourth time, his satphone started to ring.

He shoved it beneath one side of his headphones and shouted into it.

“Go ahead.”

The response was a string of what he assumed were extremely graphic threats, but the English was too heavily accented to be sure. Apparently, Auma supplied his disciples with phones and actually paid the bill.

Coleman held out his own. “Try again.”

“Okay,” Rapp said over the megaphone. “New number. The first digit is…” He pondered for a moment. “The amendment that gives you the right to bear arms. The second is the last number in the White House address.” Then he just read off the rest.

After a few repeats, the phone began ringing. This time, the accent on the other end was American.

“Who am I talking to?” Rapp said.

“Lieutenant Jeremiah Grant, US Army.”

“Give me a sitrep.”

“We’re engaging hostiles on the south, east, and west. Moving north. Six of us left. One injured.” A burst of gunfire drowned him out for a moment. “They’ve been watching us for days, but when you pulled Chism out, they decided there was no reason to just watch anymore.”

“They’re driving you into an ambush,” Rapp said.

“I one hundred percent agree with you, sir, but there’s not a hell of a lot I can do about it.”

Coleman held out a map and aimed a penlight at it.

“Stand by, Lieutenant,” Rapp said.

“We can’t shoot blind down on them,” the former SEAL said. “But we could bring in a couple of choppers with miniguns. Using thermal, we should be able to find the ambush and take it out. Then we create a scorched-earth path right to the clearing west of cache six.”

Rapp nodded. “Lieutenant. Keep heading north. We’ll deal with anybody waiting for you. I’m sending coordinates for an extraction point. You should be able to reach it in…”

Coleman held up two fingers and then five.

“Twenty-five minutes. Copy?”

“Continuing on our current heading, waiting for coordinates for extraction. Twenty-five-minute ETA.”

“I’ll see you there,” Rapp said. “And good luck.”

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“PASS over one more time, Fred.”

“I’ll do it, but I don’t like those rockets, Mitch.”