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Manny eased through the doorway and kept his Glock 19 pressed against the man’s back until they were both inside. He’d been through far too much s**t in the last ten hours to trust anyone, safe house or not.
Impossibly, he hadn’t died despite his helicopter being shot down by a missile. However, the explosion had happened less than a thousand meters from a Russian frigate, so there was no way for Quinn and Patty in the backup helo to fish his ass out of the water without being targeted themselves.
The Russians had been slow to arrive and inspect the explosion area, which had allowed him time to swim to shore unobserved. Then the CIA had tried stonewalling on the location of their safe house. That had given him his first smile as he hid at the base of a Crimean cliff, carefully covered
