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She frowned, as if she still didn't understand. "What kind of violence?"

"Like 9/11. Like those Islamic terrorists who've killed thousands of men, women and children, even their own people."

She gasped. "You think I would kill innocent women and children?"

He hesitated, then nodded. "For a cause, yes."

"You vile troll! Even to get back to my beloved Norstead, I would not kill innocents."

He was saved from further discussion, or her punching him again, by a soft signal from Pretty Boy's satellite phone. They all rushed forward to get the news.

Except Yasmine, who stood in place, tears in her eyes.

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Ian and his squad were running as fast as they could just before nightfall, dragging a bound and wounded Jamal and carrying the terrified Arab girl. They were headed toward the extraction site.

It had been one of the moments SEALs live for. Ian would never forget the moment he'd entered the big tent and leaned over the sobbing girl to say, "Lieutenant Ian MacLean here. U.S. Navy SEALs. We're here to take you home, baby." She clung to JAM now, arms clutched tightly around his neck, as they raced toward freedom.

"The package is secured," Ian said into the satellite phone as he ran. "And the bird is in hand."