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on the run. He lowered the body into the swamp water after quickly checking the body for useful items, and then looked around.
The second man of the scout team was about forty meters away and was not looking in Nick’s direction. Silently as death itself, Nick crept away from the advance scout, and began leaving clear signs of his passage, making it easier for them to follow him deeper into the swamp. When he was almost certain that the men would have trouble finding their way out of the mangrove swamp, Nick stopped leaving a trail at all.
Once he cleared the mangrove swamp, Nick cleared his head and calculated the direction of the prominent ridge and the terrain features leading towards it. He loped off in the direction he needed to travel in the ground eating, loping stride of Wahaya, the wolf.
* * * * *
Dave shepherded the woman towards the ridgeline Nick had selected, hurriedly glancing at his chronometer every hundred meters or so. The six hour contact time, or phase line in military talk, the General had specified was fast approaching. He needed to be certain he had a good place selected for the women to rest.
The last few days had been rough on them. He needed to find a place where they could eat and rest while he got their movement order from the General. He looked over at Abbie, who was gamely trying to keep up, but she was limping badly. He was going to have to tend to her foot shortly or there was going to be serious trouble with her.
He found a spot near the bottom of the ridgeline Nick had selected with what appeared to be ancient Incan ruins, an almost intact wall of stone about four feet high and assorted rubble inside that they would use as seats and props to rest against. It was a better place than he had expected to find.
“ Sit rep,” the general ordered as soon as the connection went through. A ‘sit rep’ is a brief situation report as you understand it, and when issued as a command from a superior to a subordinate in the military it means the commander wants all available knowledge you have of your situation from beginning to end, your location, status of all personnel, and your best estimate of what you are expected to do. In other words, he wants you to condense everything you know into a few manageable sentences so that he can base his decisions on what is happening on the ground.
Dave had expected this and he had worked out his response in his head before he called. He was a little surprised that the General was suddenly not using names any longer, and he sensed that the General was no longer alone. Even though the phone was encrypted; someone, somewhere that the General did not wish to reveal Dave’s name to was listening.
When it came time to report Nick’s actions, he used the code name Wahaya to refer to his leader -- the General would understand. The General had been the Colonel from the story about the sniper school he had told the ladies earlier. His report to the General was terse and concise. His instructions had been as terse and concise.
“ Proceed to cache point and wait for Wahaya,” the General said. “Inbound support is an "A" team from the company and will not arrive in your area of operation until twenty two hundred hours. Submit sit rep eighteen hundred hours to include locations for possible LZ within five klicks your position. Copy?”
“ Copy!” Dave responded. The General shut down the satellite phone and Dave wrote down the GPS coordinates of his own location to check against the map.
He kept his mouth shut as he used everything he had left in his butt pack to make some semblance of a meal for the women. He gathered such fruits and nuts as were available in the jungle around him and divided them up among the women. It was important to keep their strength up as much as possible, all three were flagging.
He turned to Abbie last and encouraged her to eat. The hundred mile an hour tape had held up amazingly well, but the
The second man of the scout team was about forty meters away and was not looking in Nick’s direction. Silently as death itself, Nick crept away from the advance scout, and began leaving clear signs of his passage, making it easier for them to follow him deeper into the swamp. When he was almost certain that the men would have trouble finding their way out of the mangrove swamp, Nick stopped leaving a trail at all.
Once he cleared the mangrove swamp, Nick cleared his head and calculated the direction of the prominent ridge and the terrain features leading towards it. He loped off in the direction he needed to travel in the ground eating, loping stride of Wahaya, the wolf.
* * * * *
Dave shepherded the woman towards the ridgeline Nick had selected, hurriedly glancing at his chronometer every hundred meters or so. The six hour contact time, or phase line in military talk, the General had specified was fast approaching. He needed to be certain he had a good place selected for the women to rest.
The last few days had been rough on them. He needed to find a place where they could eat and rest while he got their movement order from the General. He looked over at Abbie, who was gamely trying to keep up, but she was limping badly. He was going to have to tend to her foot shortly or there was going to be serious trouble with her.
He found a spot near the bottom of the ridgeline Nick had selected with what appeared to be ancient Incan ruins, an almost intact wall of stone about four feet high and assorted rubble inside that they would use as seats and props to rest against. It was a better place than he had expected to find.
“ Sit rep,” the general ordered as soon as the connection went through. A ‘sit rep’ is a brief situation report as you understand it, and when issued as a command from a superior to a subordinate in the military it means the commander wants all available knowledge you have of your situation from beginning to end, your location, status of all personnel, and your best estimate of what you are expected to do. In other words, he wants you to condense everything you know into a few manageable sentences so that he can base his decisions on what is happening on the ground.
Dave had expected this and he had worked out his response in his head before he called. He was a little surprised that the General was suddenly not using names any longer, and he sensed that the General was no longer alone. Even though the phone was encrypted; someone, somewhere that the General did not wish to reveal Dave’s name to was listening.
When it came time to report Nick’s actions, he used the code name Wahaya to refer to his leader -- the General would understand. The General had been the Colonel from the story about the sniper school he had told the ladies earlier. His report to the General was terse and concise. His instructions had been as terse and concise.
“ Proceed to cache point and wait for Wahaya,” the General said. “Inbound support is an "A" team from the company and will not arrive in your area of operation until twenty two hundred hours. Submit sit rep eighteen hundred hours to include locations for possible LZ within five klicks your position. Copy?”
“ Copy!” Dave responded. The General shut down the satellite phone and Dave wrote down the GPS coordinates of his own location to check against the map.
He kept his mouth shut as he used everything he had left in his butt pack to make some semblance of a meal for the women. He gathered such fruits and nuts as were available in the jungle around him and divided them up among the women. It was important to keep their strength up as much as possible, all three were flagging.
He turned to Abbie last and encouraged her to eat. The hundred mile an hour tape had held up amazingly well, but the
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