CI: Team Red — David DeBatto; Pete Nelson

As the raiding party quickly deployed to cover, DeLuca crouched low beside the Humvee. Two MPs rushed to where the translator had fallen, and then one made a cursory slashing gesture to signal what everybody already knew-the young man was dead. A team of MPs unfolded a body bag at the edge of the garden.An infantryman approached DeLuca with a piece of a paper he'd found tacked to the tree, about a quarter of a mile off, from which the sniper had apparently fired. It was the wanted poster DeLuca had seen earlier that morning. DeLuca knew full well what the attack had meant. Most Iraqi snipers were incompetent, poor marksmen who rarely allowed for windage or calculated for elevation, and few ever used sniper rounds. Judging from the severity of the damage done, this was clearly a large caliber soft-pointed shell fired from a high velocity rifle. Someone had wanted to claim the reward. And that meant that someone had been given information about the mission. In other words, there was a traitor on the post...