“He could still remember the feeling, sitting in another hide not fifty meters away, his eyes fixed on the Bedouins through the optic of his HK416. Whispering “Steady, steady” through clenched teeth as he willed the Egyptians to keep their nerve.
And then all hell had broken loose, automatic weapons fire rippling out across the desert. Cutting down the shepherds—along with more than a few of their sheep.
Alerting everyone within miles of their presence.
They’d managed to regroup and storm the compound within the hour, but by that time anyone who might have once been there was already gone. Deserted”