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

I would be the delivery system.

The night of the gala, I was a ghost. Dressed as a member of the catering staff, I moved through the opulent party, a world away from the dust of Kandahar.

Sean was in my ear, a calm voice guiding me through the labyrinthine service corridors. “Two guards at the end of the hall. Wait for them to pass. Now, Dana. Go.”

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