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““His eyes searched through the crowd surrounding him as he waited for the light to change, a mass of humanity halted for a moment there on that London street. Most of them were on their mobiles, head lowered like the slightly built girl beside him, her thumbs dancing over the phone’s small keyboard. Texting a friend, a lover. None of them would have lasted three days in Somalia.””

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“Korsakov turned away, sighing heavily as he made his way toward his SUV. It had been the early winter of 1997, a dark night in Dagestan when he and Pavel had met, both of them part of a Spetsnaz team assigned to a tank base at Buinask. Led by foreign mujahideen, the Chechens had struck without warning, small-arms fire and…

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“Three months in Somalia, Darren Roth thought, glancing impatiently at the crosswalk sign, waiting for the symbol to flash. If he closed his eyes he could still hear it all, the bleating of goats in the villages, the rumble of a lorry’s engine. The crackle of small-arms fire in the night. Three months hunting an elusive enemy, militants loyal to…

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“Be prepared, indeed. The polymer case housed a Sig-Sauer P229 semiautomatic pistol chambered in 9mm Luger, along with a pair of thirteen-round magazines. And a suppressor designed to be screwed into the threaded barrel. MI-5 officers weren’t supposed to be armed. Not on British soil, at least. Something he had voiced to the DG.”

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