Deckard heard the screams when his hand grenade detonated.
The Operator had been driving his cell of Nusra fighters hard. They kept pushing Deckard deeper and deeper into no man’s land. He had nowhere else to go. It had become a running gunfight, Deckard finding a position that offered good cover and concealment and offering an attack that would stall the enemy, if nothing else. He could nickle and dime them, but only slow the gunmen down for a few minutes at a time. Deckard never saw The Operator, but knew he was there, leading the jihadists at gunpoint.
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