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The squad moved like a single organism. While Foley picked off the tower guards with silent efficiency, Bradley and Jones crawled through the sand, avoiding the sweeping searchlights that cut through the desert night. They reached the first mobile launcher, the massive SCUD missile looking like a white ghost in the moonlight. Suddenly, a flare hissed into the sky.

"Jones, you're with me for the charges. Connors, find a spot to lay down covering fire if things go south," Bradley ordered. conflict-desert-storm

They were Alpha-Two, a small wedge of Delta Force—or SAS, depending on who was telling the story—driven deep behind Iraqi lines during the opening days of . The squad moved like a single organism