Red Notice

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The team stood in two single files against each of the tunnel walls. Three of Keenan’s four snipers lay over the tracks ahead of them. The fourth was confident he could take the 500-metre shot from a sitting position.

Keenan hit his pressel.

Click-click.

‘Is that Sierra One ready?’

Click-click.

Keenan took hold of an ankle of each of the two snipers in front of him. If either lost his sight picture now, he’d just move his foot. Keenan needed to know that at least half his team could get a shot on target on the ‘go’.

‘Alpha, roger that. Hello, all stations, I have control. Stand by.’

The snipers took first pressure on their triggers, maintaining the sight picture.

‘Stand by.’

They emptied their lungs of oxygen, then stopped breathing altogether.

‘Go.’

There were four dull thuds. Less than a second later, Laszlo’s PKM team toppled like bowling pins.

Jockey was straight on the net. ‘Blue team moving.’