CHAPTER 20

Sohrab scanned the compound through the scope on the Glock.  Other than the men in the truck and the two he’d taken out with two well-placed shots, the compound appeared devoid of military presence.  He had seen nothing that might be a Zzkritti either, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there—in fact, he fully expected they were.  Schemers and manipulators, they’d never show themselves unless there was no other choice.  All of which meant they felt protected, or at least hidden.  Amber and her crew were either walking into a nest of rattled aliens, or a meat-grinder of human origins.  Neither was good.  Sohrab grunted as he stood, then began the long climb down from the ridge.

His placement had been ideal for sniping...

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