PART 19

Then the Engineer began retreating up the ridge.
I tracked him through the optic.
My finger took the slack.
Then something hit the ground near him.
Not a man.
A bag.
He dropped it when he ran.
Inside, wires flashed against the dirt.
Trigger pack.
Remote detonator.
The canyon had not just been an ambush.
It was a trap for the QRF too.
I swung the rifle down the road.
There.
A pressure device buried near the narrow exit.
If our rescue vehicle moved forward ten more feet, it would vanish in fire.
“Stop the QRF!” I shouted. “IED at the bend!”
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The driver slammed the brakes.
Dust rolled over the hood.