There was that time in Damascus where she’d witnessed a young boy pull the pin on a hand grenade he’d found on the ground in the bazaar near where the local arms merchants’ stalls were located. The split second reaction when she’d grabbed it from his small fingers and tossed it into an exposed sewage pipe had been one of the worst. Or when she’d been in Kandahar and the Humvee in front of her trailing civilian SUV had exploded into nothing but shrapnel, flesh, and bones from those Marines who had been inside. This time? Brienne was the target and she had no doubt that the enemy had her mop of blonde hair within their crosshairs, their fingers on their triggers. All it took was a miscalculation of mere seconds on the part of the FBI and she wouldn’t even know she’d been hit. The 7.62 x 39mm bullet would hit her head at just over twenty-three hundred feet per second and cause her brain to explosively depart her cranium through both the entrance and exit wounds. Brienne didn’t want to die today.
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