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“Brother. These must have been seriously bad men.” Kara watched the feeds from the tiny ScanEagle zipping low over the central Negev at sixty knots.
“My guys? Why?” Major Willard Wilson had done a whole macho You win thing with Justin that had nearly earned them both a broken nose. No, not Justin. He was playing the guy game; he was simply playing it too well for her taste. Then she had spotted the look that Colonel Gibson aimed Justin’s way and actually felt sorry for him. Still, punching Major Wilson, regardless that he was a superior officer, was a tempting prospect.
“Well, your guys too, simply for being associated with you. But I was referring to the Israelis. What evil did these guys do to get assigned to a goddamn nowhere place like Ramon Airbase? There isn’t s**t growing out h
