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If the road signs on the approach to the base hadn’t raised an alarm in Driver’s mind, the sight of two dead sentries did.
‘A military base? Why wasn’t it on the map?’ Wells asked from the rear of the SUV.
Checking the navigation screen, Driver saw they were at their destination. Baptiste slowed and made a left turn into the base. He swerved at the sight of the two bullet-torn bodies.
‘Prepare for contact,’ she said, a firm grip on her rifle.
The security gate was wide open at the entrance to the facility. The scene in the near distance one of c*****e.
No sooner had they sped through the front gate, they took on a round of fire. The bodywork of the SUV thunked with hot artillery. Baptiste swerved right. Pope went left. It was the smart, instinctive thing to do. Parking the SUVs be
