Bloodbath

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Colonel Stone Breaux, far from the bayou country of Lafayette, Louisiania in which he was born, sat behind the wheel of the fast attack vehicle, freezing his cojones off, the plastic-bagged handset of a JTRS field radio clutched in one tactical-gloved hand.

The patch on the upper right sleeve of his desert camo field jacket bore the horseshoe-shaped Greek symbol for omega on a shield crossed by a sword, down-flashing lightning bolts, and a trident clutched in the talons a rampaging American eagle.

The unit's motto "A Clip Full of Hell" was stitched in gold across the bottom of the patch. It was the insignia of the elite US Army special operations brigade officially designated Special Forces Operational Detachment-Omega (SFOD-O) — the first-in, last-out force of choice for special missions too hard and too important for the other guys to handle. In fact, there wasn't another unit fit to wipe Omega's dirty asses, and every butt-kissing grunt in the entire US military damn well knew it.

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