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Authors: Harper Steen, Lesley Schuldt
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two always like this?” Chris sounded stunned by their exchange, given the dangerous mission ahead.
“Of course. It’s just the adrenaline,” said Liz. Jennifer remained silent, apparently irritated. They were off to a good start!
“I hate to interrupt your pleasant little chat.” Through the radio on their headsets they heard the soft laugh of the pilot, who obviously had been listening in on their banter. “But we’ll arrive in two minutes. Get ready!”
Liz and Jennifer took off their headsets, set them on the benches and prepared to exit the helicopter.
Because the helicopter couldn’t land in the target area, it had been determined that the two agents would have to rappel down into the woods. Liz and Jennifer strapped on their helmets and sit harnesses. Each of them threaded a rope through a fixed guide on their harness that was attached and secured separately inside the helicopter. Then they stood in front of the open hatch of the helicopter, holding the ropes in their gloved hands. The pilot held the helicopter in position over the unloading point and when he gave Liz and Jennifer his okay to jump, both hurtled down their ropes and disappeared into the dark of the night. When they reached the ground, they released themselves with practiced movements from the harnesses and disappeared into the thicket of the forest as the pilot turned his machine around and the soldier hauled in the ropes.
“You’ll find the bunker about ten miles west of you, behind a knoll,” Chris said. Tensely Gray and Chris watched the two women. Although it was pitch-dark out, the two moved through the unfamiliar area with unimaginable ease, as if they had practiced their assignment countless times before.
When they arrived at their target, they crouched between the trees and studied the situation. There was only a single gate, which was closed and secured with a solid iron chain.
Directly across from their actual target, the bunker, was a two-story, gray building. There was no movement there, and everything was dark within. The window panes had been shattered and tattered curtains fluttered in the breeze. The sturdy iron door was wide open, held only by a hinge on top. There were no guards to be seen. It appeared that all personnel were in the underground bunker, where the stolen missiles were being kept and could only be accessed by a narrow door on the side of it.
“Which of us gets to go knock?” Liz tipped her head in the direction of the bunker door and grinned so broadly, her teeth shone white in the darkness.
“Last time, I did it. It’s your turn. And we’re not doing
rock, paper, scissors
this time. You’re a shameless cheat and you don’t even have the decency to be embarrassed about it!”
“Party pooper!” Liz crept on her stomach over the ground all the way to the fence, carrying the compact HK MP7 in her hands. She used her survival knife to cut through the fence’s thin wire mesh at an inconspicuous spot hidden by the broad dark shadows of a dense leafy bush. Liz slipped through the hole she’d made and crouched on the ground while she waited for Jennifer.
Once Jennifer had reached her, Liz took the lead again. Sticking to the shadows of the trees and bushes, they crept toward the bunker’s entrance. They were a few yards from the door and Liz was just about to creep forward between two trees when she suddenly felt an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach that made her stop. She tilted her head slightly and looked directly into the tiny red glow of a motion sensor fastened at knee-height to the trunk of a tree. She had nearly tripped the sensor. Luckily it appeared that it didn’t register circular movements—only linear ones. Liz looked around and found the sensor’s receiver on another tree trunk. As long as nothing stumbled between the two devices, no alarm would be triggered.
“What kind of specialists wouldn’t know that this shit was lying around?” she said to Gray and Chris
“Of course. It’s just the adrenaline,” said Liz. Jennifer remained silent, apparently irritated. They were off to a good start!
“I hate to interrupt your pleasant little chat.” Through the radio on their headsets they heard the soft laugh of the pilot, who obviously had been listening in on their banter. “But we’ll arrive in two minutes. Get ready!”
Liz and Jennifer took off their headsets, set them on the benches and prepared to exit the helicopter.
Because the helicopter couldn’t land in the target area, it had been determined that the two agents would have to rappel down into the woods. Liz and Jennifer strapped on their helmets and sit harnesses. Each of them threaded a rope through a fixed guide on their harness that was attached and secured separately inside the helicopter. Then they stood in front of the open hatch of the helicopter, holding the ropes in their gloved hands. The pilot held the helicopter in position over the unloading point and when he gave Liz and Jennifer his okay to jump, both hurtled down their ropes and disappeared into the dark of the night. When they reached the ground, they released themselves with practiced movements from the harnesses and disappeared into the thicket of the forest as the pilot turned his machine around and the soldier hauled in the ropes.
“You’ll find the bunker about ten miles west of you, behind a knoll,” Chris said. Tensely Gray and Chris watched the two women. Although it was pitch-dark out, the two moved through the unfamiliar area with unimaginable ease, as if they had practiced their assignment countless times before.
When they arrived at their target, they crouched between the trees and studied the situation. There was only a single gate, which was closed and secured with a solid iron chain.
Directly across from their actual target, the bunker, was a two-story, gray building. There was no movement there, and everything was dark within. The window panes had been shattered and tattered curtains fluttered in the breeze. The sturdy iron door was wide open, held only by a hinge on top. There were no guards to be seen. It appeared that all personnel were in the underground bunker, where the stolen missiles were being kept and could only be accessed by a narrow door on the side of it.
“Which of us gets to go knock?” Liz tipped her head in the direction of the bunker door and grinned so broadly, her teeth shone white in the darkness.
“Last time, I did it. It’s your turn. And we’re not doing
rock, paper, scissors
this time. You’re a shameless cheat and you don’t even have the decency to be embarrassed about it!”
“Party pooper!” Liz crept on her stomach over the ground all the way to the fence, carrying the compact HK MP7 in her hands. She used her survival knife to cut through the fence’s thin wire mesh at an inconspicuous spot hidden by the broad dark shadows of a dense leafy bush. Liz slipped through the hole she’d made and crouched on the ground while she waited for Jennifer.
Once Jennifer had reached her, Liz took the lead again. Sticking to the shadows of the trees and bushes, they crept toward the bunker’s entrance. They were a few yards from the door and Liz was just about to creep forward between two trees when she suddenly felt an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach that made her stop. She tilted her head slightly and looked directly into the tiny red glow of a motion sensor fastened at knee-height to the trunk of a tree. She had nearly tripped the sensor. Luckily it appeared that it didn’t register circular movements—only linear ones. Liz looked around and found the sensor’s receiver on another tree trunk. As long as nothing stumbled between the two devices, no alarm would be triggered.
“What kind of specialists wouldn’t know that this shit was lying around?” she said to Gray and Chris
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