“Roger that, Hitman. Looks like… a kid. Maybe fourteen.”
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“You see that?” whispered Corporal Reade, his face smeared with camouflage cream and exhaustion.
“What the hell does he want?” Reade asked.
“Same thing we want,” Lenihan said. “To not be here.”
Sergeant Lenihan’s Humvee, “Ravage 2-4,” had a transmission that sounded like a dying animal. Every gear change was a prayer. They’d been rolling for forty hours straight, living on Rip Its and the stale dust of every vehicle ahead of them.
The figure stopped. Raised both hands. Then lowered them. Then raised them again—like a bird trying to decide if flight was worth the risk.
Lenihan lit a cigarette. “Talking’s for people who get to go home.”
“Contact,” Lenihan said into the radio, his voice flat. “Possible dismount, two hundred meters.”