“Son of a bitch, those bastards killed Sergeants Shaw and Berry? Didn’t just hurt them?” The voice on the other end of the call heard the slap on the desk but continued his report. George Gwinnett’s sniper training kicked in. He took a deep breath, held it for two seconds and slowly released it. Anger replaced by calm determination, he listened carefully until the report finished. “Thanks, you’ll see a bonus this month,” he said disconnecting the call with a curt nod and touch at his glasses.