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Chapter 8 - THE SIEGEThe firefight was deafening. Dominic fought with a cold, terrifying efficiency, but he was overwhelmed. I found myself behind a mahogany desk, not just hiding, but using my knowledge of his communication systems to call in his backup teams—using a dialect the Russian interceptors couldn't understand. I became his ears and his voice in the chaos, directing his men to the weak points of the attackers.

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