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Delgado’s radio crackled. “Outlaw 2-1, we see your tracers. But we have a company-strength element between us. We cannot reach you. CAS is ten minutes out.”
Sergeant First Class Matt “Hatch” Hatcher slammed the bolt of his M249 SAW forward, feeding a belt of 5.56mm into the feed tray. He looked down the line of his team. Twelve men. Twelve ghosts in the making. Heavy Fire Afghanistan
Hatch walked back to his SAW. He picked it up, the barrel still shimmering with heat. Delgado’s radio crackled