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their prisoners, so he ran left, detailing two more troopers to deploy out of sight and cover their retreat. He ran on, deeper and deeper into the darkness. The smell, only faint when they first entered the tunnel, became stronger.
    "Jesus Christ, what is that?" Guy asked as they dashed forward.
    Talley had already worked it out. "It's human excrement. The prisoners. They're up ahead somewhere. Watch out for hostiles."
    He picked up the pace, and they sprinted along the rough, uneven passage. An enemy heard the sound of them coming and called out in Pashto.
    " Wadarega yaa dee !"
    Talley knew that one, 'Stop or I shoot'. He had a reply ready, shouted in an urgent and excited voice,
    " Delta raasha, chatak!" 'Come here quickly!'
    He didn't wait. The guy wouldn’t be suspicious hearing his own language, but not for long. Talley sprinted around the corner, MP7 ready to fire. The man was wearing the black turban displayed with pride by most of the Taliban insurgents. He was carrying an AK-47, the Taliban badge of office, and looked astonished. Talley gave him two rounds in the chest, and one in the head for good measure. He kept running. It was almost the end of the tunnel. Ahead, a heavy wooden door blocked the way, held shut by four huge iron bolts. That, and the overpowering smell, was the giveaway.
    Guy helped him throw off the bolts, and they opened the door. The sight that greeted them was amazing and wonderful. They were staring at five men, wearing the rags and remnants of their uniforms. They were all stick thin, emaciated, and diseased. Like survivors from the concentration camps, their hair and beards had grown long over their faces. He felt his anger grow, and he knew the rest of his men would feel the same. The people who'd done this to them would pay a heavy price, the ultimate price. He heard more firing from back down the tunnel. They were already paying, but in the meantime, these men needed help.
    "We've come to get you out of here. Are you able to walk?"

    * * *

    For long seconds, none of them replied. They were so astonished. Captain Ed Silva watched the man in front of him take off his goggles and helmet, and give them a reassuring smile. He looked tall, but so would any Westerner after they’d been confined with stunted, malnourished Afghans for so long. He was narrow and long-limbed, with curling, dark brown hair, longer than was normal for military men. The man seemed to sense their shock.
    “My name’s Talley,” he gestured to his men. “This outfit is Echo Six, NATO. We were sent to bring you home.”
    Still Silva couldn’t reply. He was frozen between shock and tears. Echo Six sounded like a Special Forces outfit, had to be. The man in front of him looked hard and angular, and dominated by firm, determined lips, still smiling faintly, and piercing, blue eyes. Good looking, and probably a wow with the ladies, when he wasn’t killing his enemies. A hard, fighting man, he had that serene, self-confidence that is the mark of Special Forces worldwide. A man the Taliban would fear.
    Silva at last recovered. “We..."
    It was as far as he got. More machine gun fire echoed through the tunnels and reverberated around the stone cell. There was no time for discussion. Talley gave no order, yet two of his men turned and ran back toward the action, almost as if they communicated telepathically. He felt relief, and for the first time it sunk in.
    We really are going home. These men will take us out of here, of that I have no doubt. They look like the kind of men who could pluck the devil from hell, if the order came down to them.

    * * *

    They were in a bad way. Some of them looked barely able to walk.
    "Guy, put a man with each of the prisoners. They’ll need help, and get them moving. I'll go first and check out that shooting."
    He ran back down the tunnel, leaving them to follow. He dived to the ground as shots whistled past him, inching forward to locate the source. There was no communication