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understand?”
    “Send out the Jew bitch!”
    The Libyans cheered the suggestion as they fired more rounds into the air.
    Ella’s jaw clamped down as she moved the MG-42’s barrel several more inches higher to ensure she wouldn’t hit anyone below or away from the building. Mac knew the gun was rated to fire at a thousand yards.
    The sound of the MG-42 in action was similar to that of an incredibly loud and violent chain saw. Within a few seconds Ella had unleashed a barrage of over sixty rounds, the results of which were instantaneous.
    Bellow them, the Libyans scattered, their eyes wide in terror of the death that could rain down from above. Again Ella pulled the trigger, and again the MG-42 snarled its menacing warning.
    A mere minute later and no sign of the gathering Libyan mob remained. They were a people well versed in the sound of a deadly weapon, and knew when it was time to move and move fast.
    Ella stood up and brushed off the dust from the front of her skirt and blouse and then looked back down at Mac.
    “Ok then Mr. Walker, I guess it’s time to get you to that safe house of yours. Please meet me downstairs as soon as possible.”
    Mac watched the back of Ella as she made her way across the rooftop, not aware of the wide smile that crossed his face – that is until Udi’s fist punched him in the shoulder.
    “Not for you to look at Mr. Walker.”
    Mac looked back at Udi, the smile still on his face.
    “Are all Israeli women like that?”
    Udi’s face was again expressionless as he stood up.
    “It is often said Mr. Walker, that it is not the Israeli men the Muslim radicals should fear, but rather our women. That said, Ella is something…special. That can be both a good thing, and a bad thing. You would do well to know that. She is not to be trifled with Mr. Walker.”
    Mac looked down to see Jack staring back up at him from the ground, his head shaking from side to side.
    “Told you Mac – fucking Benghazi.”
    Mac looked out across the city streets, thinking he could just catch a glimpse of the blue watered Mediterranean Sea. The temperature already felt to be nearing ninety. They had been in Benghazi for less than twelve hours.
     
    X.
     
    …Mac’s phone rang. It was Tilley.
    Mac hesitated answering, still uncertain whether the man could be trusted. By the fourth ring he decided to hear what Tilley had to say.
    “Mac – you there? I was able to get a hold of someone I know in State who has been hunkered down in Benghazi for the last few months. They said they would send out someone to help you get settled in over there. Have they arrived at Ella’s location yet?”
    Again Mac found himself trying to quickly process the information Tilley was giving him. Tilley must have been referring to Densmore who, the last time Mac checked, was FBI, not State Department.
    “I saw a guy named Mark Densmore and a few other men show up here. I know of Densmore – he’s FBI. Or he was. Is that who you’re talking about?”
    Tilley went silent, and Mac knew he had just surprised him with his knowledge of Densmore’s FBI connection, and was likely also shocked that Mac had spoken the name over the phone. Good, if Tilley was lying to him, Mac had to rattle the other man to improve his chances of catching him in a lie.
    “Did you say FBI, Mac? That this Densmore is…FBI?”
    “That’s right – we ran in the same circles about ten years ago. I don’t know the man well, but I do know him.”
    Mac could hear Tilley clearing his throat, a sign he was considering what he had just been told. Perhaps Tilley was as surprised to learn of FBI being in Benghazi as Mac was.
    ‘You sound surprised Tilley, and given you’re supposed to be the one who brought my team this assignment, that don’t sit real well with me, you know? We just sent home one pissed off mob of Muslims here, and I’m sure they’ll be back as soon as they clean the shit from their pants, so how about you tell me straight up what the fuck is