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The naht have expected Olivia was a frightened child, Calista was unafraid Calista was a survivor, an instruht, an instrument of retribution She took Kurt’s hand and stood

“No,” she said, “this is who I aet betweento kill him for what he and his family have done If you try to stop me, I’ll kill you too”

“Your choice,” Kurt said “Either way, let’s move We don’t have much time”

With Calista leading the way, the two of theh Kurt had professed trust in her, he wasn’t about to give her a weapon He just needed her to get hi the control rooh so he could eliminate them

“This way,” she said, turning down the hallway on the right At that an to scream

Kurt held still, wondering if she’d triggered so his thoughts The sound of autoh the hall followed by the un overhead The Marines had arrived and not unnoticed The sound of a rocket screah the air was followed by an explosion and a flash of light through the s at the far end of the hall

“We need to hurry,” Kurt said He and Calista began to run They were al the opposite way “Calista,” he shouted “We’re being attacked No one is answering at the pen and”

Just then he saw Kurt and quickly guessed that he was part of the assault He swung a subun around and fired

Kurt saw it co, pushed Calista out of the way, and dove to the polished floor As shells ripped into the plaster behind hier alun spat a swar hi him over He landed on his back, but the muscles in his hand un continued to fire, spraying a line of bullets along the wall and up into the ceiling, shattering two of theapart a suit of armor

“So ot up, helped Calista to her feet once again, and took off down the hall

At that very moment, Lt Brooks and thethe exact sa the deck, blackedout and watching for any sign they’d been detected or painted by the sweep of a radar beam

All signs pointed to a clean entry And then they’d crossed the wall of the sprawling coin a fast rappel to the ground But even as the ropes went out, they’d begun to take direct fire, not froround but from remotely operated weapons

Froarden, twin 50 caliber uns had risen fro and firing on the helicopters One of the Black Haas already save the order to the rest of them

“Pull back,” he shouted “Take evasive action” The pilot turned the craft away fro sound of shells ripping through the fuselage told Brooks it was too late Shrapnel and bits of the cabin were blasted about like confetti Blood splattered on the wall of the fuselage as at least one man took a hit

At the same time, the helicopter lurched to the side, and Brooks saw that the pilot had also been wounded They were spinning and going down