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underground. The commo was almost useless, so it meant he couldn't contact Rovere to find out about conditions on the surface.
    No matter, we have to attend to business here first.
    Ahead of him, his men were exchanging shots with a group of Taliban defenders sheltering in a branch tunnel several meters away. Every few seconds, a couple of turbans would appear, loose off a few shots, and then pull back before Talley's men could reply. Buchmann, the big German trooper, called to him as he came up to them.
    "Boss, if they bring out something heavy like an RPG7, they could wipe us all out with a single shot. And these people are never far away from an RPG7."
    "Why haven't you used grenades? That would finish them."
    "I wanted to, but what is the word?"
    "It's the shockwave," a trooper leaned across and explained. Drew Jackson, their demolition specialist. "The prisoners could be in a bad way, and the blast may finish them off."
    "Ja, and if we don't kill them, they'll finish us all off," Buchmann growled.
    It was the old problem. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
    "Buchmann, you're right. Use the grenades. Jackson, go back to the prisoners and warn them what's about to happen. Tell them to get flat on the ground to try and keep them out of the worst of the blast wave, and shout out when you're done. Buchmann, wait until he calls, and then launch."
    Jackson retreated back down the tunnel. Thirty seconds later, they heard him shout they were ready. Buchmann had drawn a huge pistol out of his leg holster. It was no ordinary pistol. The HK69 grenade launcher was a development by the famous German arms company Heckler And Koch. With its stock retracted, the weapon literally was no more than a large pistol, but the similarity ended there. The single shot weapon fired a 40mm grenade, and in the hands of an expert, it was almost a one-man artillery piece, yet able to be drawn and fired in a fraction of a second. Buchmann was one such expert. He carried the spare rounds in his webbing, and as the first low velocity round was in the air, he was already reloading and firing the second before the first exploded.
    The result was four explosions in quick succession, and although Talley kept his hands clamped over his ears to prevent damage, he felt himself picked up as if by a series of tidal waves and smashed back down to the hard rock. The huge German seemed to shrug off the blasts, as stinging chips of stone and dust assaulted them with a hail of razor sharp stone. He was already racing forward like a monstrous troll, his grenade pistol holstered and his assault rifle ready for use. Talley shook his head to clear it, sprung to his feet, and raced after him. He could hear the footsteps of the rest of his men right behind. After thirty meters, they came up on the branch tunnel. Before he could shout to Buchmann, the German trooper leapt into the opening and emptied his clip at the hostiles sheltering inside. When Talley arrived and peered into the dark space, there were only bodies left, seven of them, and Buchmann. He calmly reloaded his grenade pistol and slammed a new clip into his assault rifle. He nodded to him.
    "Good job. We need to spread out through the cave system and locate the remaining hostiles while we have the chance. Remember, we have to exfil before dawn."
    Buchmann nodded. Both of them knew he didn't need to add, 'Before this place is crawling with every Taliban and Al Qaeda fighter within striking distance'.
    The German started to race toward the cave entrance. On the way, he reached the right side tunnel at the fork where they'd left the men to cover their retreat. It was now the place of maximum danger, since the enemy was on alert and would soon come pouring down that tunnel. He saw the German snatch out his big pistol and send two lethal grenades soaring toward the enemy.
    "Heinrich, the ROEs, take it easy with that gun. We don’t yet know who we’re shooting at."
    The German’s eyes slid to the pile of