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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.

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