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say with my impatience coming to the front. Lynn shrugs and smiles, not taking it personally, knowing that I am just frustrated. It’s a tight smile but a smile nonetheless.
“Okay, would you mind making the assignments and I’ll just find a rock to go hide under. It’s almost 1300 now so have everyone make sure to be back at 1500. The day is moving on and we need to get to Cabela’s, let alone to get Kelly. I would like to distribute the gear and go to the firing range to sight in the weapons but now I’m not sure we’ll have the time to do that,” I add.
“No prob. I’ll see to it. There’s plenty of light left so we should be okay,” she says.
“I know. I’m just impatient. Sorry. If we have to, we’ll stay one more night in the aircraft but I’d rather not. I would suggest I head down with a couple of teams to clear the building and meeting you there later but the place is huge and we would be too vulnerable searching it with so few of us,” I say just as a light bulb goes off in my head like an explosion of light. I withdraw inside thinking of possibilities, completely oblivious to my surroundings.
“Whatcha thinking?” Lynn asks noticing my withdrawal and bringing me back to the present.
“I was thinking I could take Bannerman, Wilson, and Red Team and just scout the area. We could also take the measurements on the entrance doors and go find some security doors that we’ll be able to mount. I’m thinking of the ones you pull down and lock. We could head over to the armory first and see if those doors might work as well,” I say.
“Sounds like a good plan if you want to do that,” she replies.
“Yeah, I think we’ll do that. I want to head back to the armory to take measurements and see how hard it will be to remove the doors. We’ll then head off to the range to sight in our weapons and meet you at Cabela’s. We’ll be out of radio range so we won’t be able to communicate but call and when you get close.”
“Okay. Don’t you go in without the rest of us there, Jack,” Lynn says looking directly into my eyes.
“I won’t,” I respond.
“I mean it, Jack. I know you so promise me you won’t,” she says keeping the direct eye contact.
“Okay, I promise. We’ll just scout around. We’ll leave you our transport so you can hand out the equipment prior to your heading to the range. I think we should use the weapons and gear we pulled out of the Special Forces armory. There’s enough to go around ten-fold. Leave a team here on the ramp,” I say.
“Just remember you promised,” she says.
I know. I’ll be good. Just leave us three Humvees.”
“Okay, Jack,” she says and turns, beginning to issue instructions.
“Hey,” I say interrupting her yells.
“What?” Lynn asks turning around.
“I love you,” I say so that only she hears.
“I love you too,” she says. Smiling, she turns and picks up where she left off.
I gather Red Team, Bannerman, Frank, and all of the others who are coming with me – meaning my family, Kathy, Little Robert, Kenneth, and, of course, Mike. I give them a rundown on our plans. I have them follow me to the transport truck and begin issuing gear ensuring everyone has one of the M-4’s and night vision goggles. I also distribute the infra-red aiming units. We sort through the black fatigues and tac vests and head into the aircraft in shifts to change. I issue the gear to Red Team, Bannerman, Wilson, and Robert taking one of each for myself. I gather a few spares, set them in the Jeep, and send Red Team into the open hangars to gather any sets of tools they can find.
I have Nic, Bri, and Michelle also find dark fatigues that fit and head in to change after everyone else finishes. They haven’t changed in some time and I’m sure they would like to regardless of what that clothing may be. While they are in the aircraft, I
“Okay, would you mind making the assignments and I’ll just find a rock to go hide under. It’s almost 1300 now so have everyone make sure to be back at 1500. The day is moving on and we need to get to Cabela’s, let alone to get Kelly. I would like to distribute the gear and go to the firing range to sight in the weapons but now I’m not sure we’ll have the time to do that,” I add.
“No prob. I’ll see to it. There’s plenty of light left so we should be okay,” she says.
“I know. I’m just impatient. Sorry. If we have to, we’ll stay one more night in the aircraft but I’d rather not. I would suggest I head down with a couple of teams to clear the building and meeting you there later but the place is huge and we would be too vulnerable searching it with so few of us,” I say just as a light bulb goes off in my head like an explosion of light. I withdraw inside thinking of possibilities, completely oblivious to my surroundings.
“Whatcha thinking?” Lynn asks noticing my withdrawal and bringing me back to the present.
“I was thinking I could take Bannerman, Wilson, and Red Team and just scout the area. We could also take the measurements on the entrance doors and go find some security doors that we’ll be able to mount. I’m thinking of the ones you pull down and lock. We could head over to the armory first and see if those doors might work as well,” I say.
“Sounds like a good plan if you want to do that,” she replies.
“Yeah, I think we’ll do that. I want to head back to the armory to take measurements and see how hard it will be to remove the doors. We’ll then head off to the range to sight in our weapons and meet you at Cabela’s. We’ll be out of radio range so we won’t be able to communicate but call and when you get close.”
“Okay. Don’t you go in without the rest of us there, Jack,” Lynn says looking directly into my eyes.
“I won’t,” I respond.
“I mean it, Jack. I know you so promise me you won’t,” she says keeping the direct eye contact.
“Okay, I promise. We’ll just scout around. We’ll leave you our transport so you can hand out the equipment prior to your heading to the range. I think we should use the weapons and gear we pulled out of the Special Forces armory. There’s enough to go around ten-fold. Leave a team here on the ramp,” I say.
“Just remember you promised,” she says.
I know. I’ll be good. Just leave us three Humvees.”
“Okay, Jack,” she says and turns, beginning to issue instructions.
“Hey,” I say interrupting her yells.
“What?” Lynn asks turning around.
“I love you,” I say so that only she hears.
“I love you too,” she says. Smiling, she turns and picks up where she left off.
I gather Red Team, Bannerman, Frank, and all of the others who are coming with me – meaning my family, Kathy, Little Robert, Kenneth, and, of course, Mike. I give them a rundown on our plans. I have them follow me to the transport truck and begin issuing gear ensuring everyone has one of the M-4’s and night vision goggles. I also distribute the infra-red aiming units. We sort through the black fatigues and tac vests and head into the aircraft in shifts to change. I issue the gear to Red Team, Bannerman, Wilson, and Robert taking one of each for myself. I gather a few spares, set them in the Jeep, and send Red Team into the open hangars to gather any sets of tools they can find.
I have Nic, Bri, and Michelle also find dark fatigues that fit and head in to change after everyone else finishes. They haven’t changed in some time and I’m sure they would like to regardless of what that clothing may be. While they are in the aircraft, I
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