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The heat rolled off the tarmac at the Melilla airfield like waves from a furnace.
Captain Alejandro Ortega wiped the sweat from his brow and stared toward the Rif Mountains.
His uniform clung to him, dust-stained and his body stiff from days of tension and pressure.
He could feel it something was about to give.
At 5:23 in the afternoon, a jeep tore down the perimeter road, engine howling.
Lieutenant Carrillo jumped out before the vehic ...
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