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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE The next several seconds were little more than a blur in Reid’s mind. He couldn’t even be sure the events unfolded in the way he thought they did as his body and instincts took control. His feet hit the deck of the tugboat as a shoulder-launched rocket-propelled grenade shot upward towards the chopper. Reid’s gun was up in an instant and he fired two rounds into the Iraqi, but the report of the shots was entirely lost in the explosion overhead. As the insurgent fell, Reid glanced over his shoulder to see an orange fireball erupt from the side of the Sea Stallion. Someone hit the deck beside him and rolled; it was the Mossad agent Talia Mendel. The helicopter careened sideways as it fell towards the sea. Strickland and Maria still clung to the rope as it lost slack.
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