From the blast pattern and my quick peek, I calculated the homemade Claymore mines probably killed at least a dozen agents and destroyed the two lead vehicles in the attacking force. That left the other four stuck since the two deadlined SUVs blocked the now destroyed gate. Beyond the gate, I saw...
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