The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

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“You need a shooter,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

“We need more than that,” Sean replied, finally lowering the rifle completely. He leaned it against the wall. It was a gesture of trust. An offering. “We need Echo. I can get us in the door, but I can’t be in the field. They all know my face, or the face I wear now. But no one remembers yours. To continue reading …