teepee12
I looked them over. They were the classic "usual suspects" ... the people we always brought in when something happened. But somehow, I knew that this time, it wasn't one of these guys. It was someone a lot smarter ... someone we'd probably never caught and for whom we didn't have any prints or pictures.
We were so near the front lines that the only thing we could do was crawl on our bellies, hoping the snipers wouldn't get a bead on us. The guns were eerily silent, as if they knew we were there and were looking, just looking. I could feel all the eyes and I didn't like that feeling one little bit.