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well. The president of the university student council. A man who speaks loudly against our government. You did not come out here just to find her brother.”
    The driver said nothing, and the soldier gave a signal for several of his men to move in and begin savagely beating the young man, who curled into a fetal position. The woman screamed and was grabbed when she tried to protect him.
     
    “Call in the helicopter, Captain,” Kyle said on his radio. “We’re going to stop this.”
    “Negative, Swanson. Our mission does not include contact. As long as they stay outside, we sit tight. Just in case, I’ll put the bird on standby.”
    There was laughter as the beating and kicking continued until the driver stopped moaning in pain and went silent, unconscious.
    “Traitor,” said the officer. He walked over to the still figure on the dirt, raised his pistol, and fired two shots into the head. He turned to the woman. “You were warned several times. You disobeyed our instructions. A worthless woman troublemaker.” He balled up his fist and hit her in the head, and she fell over.
    The soldiers put aside their weapons and moved closer, keeping her in the full light of the vehicles. One reached out and tore away her headcover, revealing the terrified face of a beautiful young woman with long black hair. They began to grab at her clothing, laughing and calling insults.
     
    Kyle said to Double-Oh, “I think we need to take her back for interrogation.”
    “Good idea,” Dawkins replied.
    “Are you sure of that?” came the voice of Captain Newman.
    Kyle replied, “My mission, my call.” They were all under his command, there only to support him.
    “Roger that. Pave Low inbound.”
    Swanson said, “All members listen up. I’ll take the first shot, and my target is the officer with the pistol. Double-Oh, take the target to his immediate left. Rawls, you have the target to his right, and Tipp takes the guy next to the vehicle.” He paused while he scanned the area again. “Captain Newman, your four men take the two targets behind the vehicle. Ambush commences on my shot.”
    The officer was only twenty-five meters away. Kyle pulled the crosshairs of his scope on the man’s head, steadied his own breathing, and pressed the trigger. There was a single crisp retort of gunfire, and the officer’s body stood still for a moment, then fell backward with half of the skull and all of its contents missing.
    The other Marines opened on their targets, and the IRGs were caught in a cross-fire from the observation point and from inside the building. It was almost impossible to miss, and the Iranians had stacked their weapons prior to assaulting the woman.
    “Cease fire, we’re coming out!” yelled Double-Oh, and the four Marines charged from the building into the remaining IRG troops, moving forward in a line and with their weapons tight on their shoulders. In ten seconds, the entire Iranian squad had been wiped out, and the shooting stopped.
    “Let’s go,” Kyle said as he plucked a grenade from his web gear to throw into the army truck. Tipp popped one free for the Range Rover.
    Double-Oh slung his weapon, leaned over, and easily scooped up the terrified woman in his huge arms. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now. We won’t let anything happen to you.” He began trotting back to the observation post. Then there was a burst of automatic weapons fire. The big master gunnery sergeant grunted in surprise, paused for a moment, and then resumed his run, staggering the last few feet until he collapsed facedown among the Marines.
    “Goddamn! Blow that fucking truck away!” Kyle yelled as he lobbed the grenade. Some soldiers had stayed behind with the truck and remained unseen in the firefight. A hurricane of bullets now shredded the vehicle, which lurched hard under the impact until the grenade exploded and the truck detonated in a ball of flame.
    Kyle scrambled up the incline and dropped to his knees beside Double-Oh, looking