SURROUNDED . . .
Even if he wasn’t yet positive that they were
about to be attacked, it was still possible to apply two of the
most important rules of combat when ambushed: Don’t stand
still and Do the unexpected. Reaching down suddenly, he
grabbed Inge’s hand and turned her sharply aside. “Come on!”
“Blake!”
She started to run with him. Then she stumbled,
and Murdock cursed. She was wearing black high heels that hobbled
her as effectively as a ball and chain.
The unexpected move alone, however, had been
enough. Ahead, the two utility workers broke into a run. “Inge!
Kommen Sie zurück!” the woman behind them called out. Turning,
Murdock saw the woman pulling something small and black from the
depths of her canvas bag . . . a handgun. And the man beside her
had a pistol tucked into his waistband, its grip visible beneath
the flapping hem of his jacket as he too started running.
The ambush had just been sprung.
SEAL TEAM SEVEN
NUCFLASH