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the people standing there. The RPG warhead they fired screamed between Liam and Tanner’s vans, missing both vehicles. It struck a parked car thirty feet behind Liam’s van and exploded, instantly transforming the vehicle into flaming wreckage.
    Tanner ducked inside the van just as he heard several fragments strike the vehicle’s roof. He shot up out of the van quickly, adjusted his aim, and fired.
    The forty-millimeter High-Explosive Dual Purpose (HEDP) round arced into the air and fell toward the rooftop. Liam’s round was a couple of seconds behind Tanner’s, but both landed among the gunmen and exploded, ripping the attackers apart with twin explosions. Tanner waited for return fire, but none came and both vans flew by the building unchallenged.
    Ahead, Tanner could see the pier’s gate and beyond that, flashes of gunfire. He tapped his radio to change frequencies. “OUTCAST to Striker, can you read me?”
    A woman’s voice, strident and angry, answered him. “Who in the hell is this?”
    “Your only way out. We’re coming in.”
    “What in the—”
    “John Casey sent us to get you out. How many of you are there?”
    “Five. One seriously wounded! We’re taking fire from the office building and the crates along the dock!”
    “We’ll handle the office building. Stand by to haul ass. Be there in twenty. OUTCAST out.” He switched back to the OUTCAST team channel again. “Two, office building is yours. Take the lead. We’ll distract the Tangos, you hit them.”
    “Right.”
    Tanner leaned forward. “Dante, slow up and swing right. Two’s coming through.”
    Dante followed the instruction while the second van shot past them and raced toward the gate. Dante increased speed again, drifted left, aiming for the gate to the left of the gatehouse. The second van skidded to a stop in front of the office building. Tanner’s van shot past them at sixty miles an hour and accelerating.
    The steel-pipe frame welded over the van’s grill slammed into the gate first, the van’s weight and speed at seventy miles an hour far too much for the chain-link gate to resist. The gate slammed opened and the van flew through.

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    Liam was the first one out of Team Two’s van, He was six-three and muscular, but he moved lightly on his feet as he raced toward the glass doors. Behind him were the other two members of Team Two, Naomi Washington and Stephen Shah. They were dressed and armed the same way as Team One, their MP5s seeking targets.
    The three were an odd grouping. Naomi was a tall African-American woman, model beautiful, despite being dressed for war. Stephen, on the other hand, wouldn’t have looked out of place in any marketplace from Morocco to Afghanistan. But they moved together like a well-trained team, which they were.
    They reached the entrance, a pair of glass and steel-framed doors. Liam reached for the door and pulled on it. When it gave under his pull, he opened it wide enough for Stephen to step through, followed by Naomi. When each one stepped clear of the door, Liam followed them in, then took the lead, forming the point as the trio moved down the hall in an arrowhead formation.

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    Sarah Vessler crouched behind what was left of her wrecked Suburban’s front passenger side wheel-well, her LAR-15 clutched in her hands. Choi was crouched at the rear of the same vehicle, engaging in a lopsided duel with the machine gunners on the office building roof. Between them, the slumped form of Pelton lay up against the SUV. He was still alive, but in bad shape. Daniels was using the vehicle’s first aid kit in an attempt to save the young DEA agent’s life.
    The sound of something crashing through the gate made Vessler look in the direction of the car, just as a dark colored van roared into view. She could see the upper body of a man firing at the office building, then launching a projectile of some sort toward the roof.
    With grim determination, she rose and fired a burst in the direction of the