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armory, almost skidding into a pile of grenades. “Decoy house alarm just went off!”
    “Whose is it?” Bryce asked.
    “Sarah’s.”
    Johnny sprinted out of the armory, and Sarah and Bryce both raised their eyebrows. The two rushed to Bryce’s computer where the alert came through, and a few brushes of the keystrokes later, they had video feed of the apartment. “Holy shit,” Bryce said.
    “They blew my door down!” Sarah exclaimed. One of the men had his feet rested on the couch while the rest of them were turning the place upside down. They tore into walls, cabinets, the carpet—anything they could get their hands on. The one T-shirt she had at the place was thrown on the ground and covered in dusty boot prints. “So that’s where I left that shirt.”
    Bryce adjusted the feed to the building’s exterior, where twenty men sat, positioned in different locations along the street. “I think they’re waiting for you to show up.”
    “Well, you know how much I hate to disappoint.”
    Bryce grabbed her wrist. “Sarah, you’re going to need backup for this.”
    She pulled her hand back. “That’s what I have you for.” She pulled the pistol from her holster and flicked the safety lever off.

 
    ***
    Clifton Avenue was in worse shape than Sarah remembered. She passed a yard with a cluster of beer cans and children’s toys littered in it. “I’m all for lowering the drinking age, but that’s just ridiculous.” She kept her eyes peeled on her decoy apartment building down the street. The sniper rifle on her back smacked against it in two pieces. She snuck around the side of one of the apartment buildings and climbed the fire escape. “When was the last time you actually fired one of these things?”
    “During my annual training review last year,” Bryce answered.
    Sarah grabbed hold of the roof’s ledge and pulled herself up, as the stairs wouldn’t take her all the rest of the way. “And when was the last time you actually fired one of these in the field?”
    “Sarah, the training exercises are perfectly realistic.”
    “Says the man who has a plastic sex doll.”
    “You’re the one who bought that for me! I didn’t want it!”
    Sarah chuckled and pulled the two pieces of massive steel off her back and put them together. “I just wish I could have seen the look on your family’s face when you opened that at Christmas. Best hundred bucks I ever spent.” She pulled the stand down from the stock and positioned the rifle on the edge of the roof.
    “You know my cousin didn’t invite me to her wedding because of that stunt.”
    “Hey, at least you didn’t have to buy them a gift.”
    “I did still have to buy them a gift.”
    “Really? If that’s the case, then I think I know why my extended family doesn’t talk to me anymore.” Sarah locked the stand into place and booted up the rifle’s connection link to the satellite. “How’s it looking?”
    “I’m live.”
    “Just make sure you don’t shoot me.” Sarah scaled down the side of the building and retreated toward the back. The row of apartment buildings was backed up against a chain-link fence, and beyond that was a large lake that stretched for a few hundred yards to another set of apartment buildings on the other side. She continued down the back until she made it to the last building, where there wasn’t a gaggle of henchmen standing guard. “Light ’em up, Cowboy.”
    The gunfire from the automated rifle on the rooftop boomed and targeted as many pieces of flesh as Bryce could locate with the target sensor. The sudden burst of gunfire confused them, causing the men to duck for the cover of the alleyways to avoid the rain of lead.
    Sarah worked her way from the rear of the alleyway, her feet swift and light as four guards concentrated their efforts on the rooftop ruse. She wielded both pistols and put a bullet in each of their heads before they could turn around. She sprinted back along the fence behind the apartment and