Becca lead the way with an expertise hat only comes from years on the hunt.

She looked back at Solomon, observing his crouched moves through the tall brush.

"You carry yourself like a man who's seen combat" she said, whispering

"Mmm" Solomon made a low sound, nodding. "Nam. You?"

Solomon said this knowingly. He could tell he wasn't alone in his service.

"Fallujah" she said. "I was sent there to help clean up the mess. One of the first women allowed to serve in active duty. It's where I discovered...myself".

"So this ain't your first time smashing some towelheads?"

"No... it's not..." Becca said, squeezing together her eyes and sighing deeply before continuing. The memories came back hard.

"Well... let's make it your last" Solomon said, sensing her struggles. "But not by fuckin' dyin'"

"Agreed" Becca said.

In the rear, King and Woody followed. Solomon noticed Woody, despite being a somewhat dorky white boy, could carry himself. He probably was in the service too, but probably didn't see combat. King moved surprisingly soft and stealthily, but his small frame helped with this.

The edge of the clearing came out of nowhere and Solomon was surprised to find they had a clear view of King's shop, as well as Solomon's own shop. They'd done a number of it. The windows were busted out. But it was still standing.

King's shop had faired better. It seemed Babul and his squad of camel humpers place more value on keeping it completely intact. They'd been right that Babul's men were spread thin but there were still two guarding the street and both were right in front of King's shop.

"So we just going to take them out?" Becca said, reading her bow.

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Solomon shook his head and went over their plan for the distraction. He looked at his watch and looked at the sky. The sun was all but up now.

"Any minute now..." he said, be ready.

They all positioned themselves to run towards the building. Neckbone crotched at the ready. King had told them the secret cash was most easily accessible through the back door via a hidden door in the floor under his desk in his office in the back.

They sat and waiting and waiting.

"You sure they didn't get caught?" Becca asked.

Solomon started to say something, but realized he couldn't be.

"Give them another couple of minutes... and if they don't set it off, we take them out..."

Becca nodded. Solomon looked at Woody and King. Both nodded. King more nervous than Woody.

"You let Becca take the first shot" he said to Woody. "You could with that thing?" he asked, pointing to his gun. Woody nodded.

"Best in my class at Quantico".

"Whatever than means...." Solomon grinned. "She takes the first shot. It'll be nice and quite. You run in and take the other guy out and then we run like hell..."

Just as Solomon was finishing his sentence in the distance there were a series of large explosions.

"Jesus Christ..." Becca said. "You sure those are fireworks and not IED's?"

Both the guards started to run but then both stopped, there was yelling in Arabic and finally one took off, the other standing guard.

"Son of bitch" King muttered.

Solomon looked at Becca, who nodded, lifted her bow and licked her lips, lining up the shot. She let the arrow lose and it smacked right into the terrorist's eye socker.

"Goddamn" King exclaimed.

"Let's go!" Solomon said. They rushed forward.