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	<title><![CDATA[WW2 Minifigures The Net Closes]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[The names on the list burned in Sergeant First Class Marcus Webb's memory. Twelve traitors, embedded across three continents. Each one a soldier he might have trusted. Each one a knife waiting to strike.<br /><br />"We hit them simultaneously at 0600," he said, pointing at the holographic map. "Chen, you take Europe. Miller, Asia. I'll handle the States. No warnings. No second chances."<br /><br />Chen studied the faces on the screen. "They won't see us coming."<br /><br />"That's the point."<br /><br />The helicopters lifted off before dawn, ferrying teams to safe houses, barracks, and command posts. Marcus's target was a major, a man he'd served with for years. He was drinking coffee in his quarters when Marcus kicked the door open.<br /><br />"Major Townsend. You're under arrest."<br /><br />He didn't resist. Didn't speak. Just stared at Marcus with empty eyes.<br /><br />By noon, all twelve were in custody. The network was broken.<br /><br />Marcus stood in the command center, the weight of the day pressing down. Chen appeared beside him.<br /><br />"It's over," he said.<br /><br />Marcus shook his head. "It's never over. But today, we won."<br /><br />He walked toward the window, watching the sun set over the base. The traitors were caught. The immediate threat was gone.<br /><br />But somewhere in the darkness, new enemies were already plotting.<br /><br />And Marcus Webb would be waiting. Always waiting.<br /> ]]></description>
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