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Gillette had abandoned night vision.
He knew stealth was over.
“Who are you?” he roared.
The calm professional voice was gone. In its place was the panicked rage of a man who had realized the house was not holding a helpless woman.
“Castiglione, is that you? You want to play games in the dark?”
Briana did not answer.
She slung the MP5, switched it to burst continue reading …
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