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scornfully.
“Either the signal was very weak or it was covered up by something else and the satellite didn’t pick it up. Make sure you don’t trigger it!”
“You think?” she considered mumbling. She squatted down, set her submachine on the ground and slipped the strap of her backpack from her shoulder. She rummaged around inside it and pulled out a small, wooden box. Liz looked around for possible adversaries and shouldered her backpack again. Then she gave Jennifer, who had just moved up behind her, a signal to follow. Cautiously they climbed over the motion sensor’s invisible light beam and immediately took cover again so as not to be detectable by the cameras. Taking care to stay out of the cameras’ monitoring range, Jennifer ran to the bunker’s entrance and positioned herself near the door. Even if someone were to come out now, they wouldn’t immediately notice her and she’d have the advantage of surprise.
***
Liz turned a small crank which moved a mechanism inside the box she held. Gently she placed the box in front of the light barrier and ran to join her colleague. Each pulled out the shoulder stock of her HK MP7 and waited—weapon at the ready—for the door to open as the wind carried the soft, happy melody of a children’s song toward them.
“Can you tell me what they just did? Are they creating a diversion with that?” Chris whispered. He looked at his friend. Gray shook his head and answered just as softly, without taking his eyes from the monitor. “Probably. That’s not part of their standard equipment. It looks like a toy.”
***
The soft melody faded away just as the head of a clown shot out of the box, right into the light barrier. The door of the bunker was thrown open moments later and two armed men appeared. They peered in the direction of where the alarm had been triggered. There they discovered the colorfully patterned box with the playful clown’s head teetering back and forth, as if laughing maliciously. They looked at one another, perplexed.
“If you want, you can hold it.”
The men spun around at the sound of Liz’s taunt. Before they could even think about raising their weapons, they dropped, unconscious, to the ground, struck by quick, targeted blows.
Liz and Jennifer turned to the door, their submachine guns raised and pressed tightly against their shoulders. Just as they were about to go down the stairs, two more adversaries emerged from the bunker in front of them, each armed with a hand grenade launcher. It appeared that they were counting on finding an entire battalion outside the door.
Liz and Jennifer jumped to the side looking for cover as the grenades whizzed past them. When the projectiles flew into the forest and exploded, the two women exchanged resigned expressions. Then Liz looked accusingly into Jennifer’s camera. “Didn’t you say that these guys were equipped with machine guns at the most? That was no machine gun. They’re shooting at us with RPG-7s! Russian anti-tank weapons!”
“Those had to have been stashed in their hideout a long time ago. For as long as we’ve been watching by satellite, we’ve never seen any weapons with that kind of clout. We’ll immediately request a larger team. Who knows what else they have up their sleeves. It’s time to pull back. The mission is dead. You’re not equipped for it. You wouldn’t have any chance!” Gray said.
“Forget it!” said Liz. “They know the score now! We have to see it through, or they’ll immediately move the missiles out of our reach—maybe even out of the States. We’re already here now, so we’re going to have to deal with this!”
“I think so too.” Jennifer unfastened a grenade from her gear, pulled out the security pin and threw it into the still open door of the bunker. She and Liz ducked for cover again as splinters and rocks flew passed them.
“I said pull back!” Gray swore into the headset microphone as he followed the action on his
“Either the signal was very weak or it was covered up by something else and the satellite didn’t pick it up. Make sure you don’t trigger it!”
“You think?” she considered mumbling. She squatted down, set her submachine on the ground and slipped the strap of her backpack from her shoulder. She rummaged around inside it and pulled out a small, wooden box. Liz looked around for possible adversaries and shouldered her backpack again. Then she gave Jennifer, who had just moved up behind her, a signal to follow. Cautiously they climbed over the motion sensor’s invisible light beam and immediately took cover again so as not to be detectable by the cameras. Taking care to stay out of the cameras’ monitoring range, Jennifer ran to the bunker’s entrance and positioned herself near the door. Even if someone were to come out now, they wouldn’t immediately notice her and she’d have the advantage of surprise.
***
Liz turned a small crank which moved a mechanism inside the box she held. Gently she placed the box in front of the light barrier and ran to join her colleague. Each pulled out the shoulder stock of her HK MP7 and waited—weapon at the ready—for the door to open as the wind carried the soft, happy melody of a children’s song toward them.
“Can you tell me what they just did? Are they creating a diversion with that?” Chris whispered. He looked at his friend. Gray shook his head and answered just as softly, without taking his eyes from the monitor. “Probably. That’s not part of their standard equipment. It looks like a toy.”
***
The soft melody faded away just as the head of a clown shot out of the box, right into the light barrier. The door of the bunker was thrown open moments later and two armed men appeared. They peered in the direction of where the alarm had been triggered. There they discovered the colorfully patterned box with the playful clown’s head teetering back and forth, as if laughing maliciously. They looked at one another, perplexed.
“If you want, you can hold it.”
The men spun around at the sound of Liz’s taunt. Before they could even think about raising their weapons, they dropped, unconscious, to the ground, struck by quick, targeted blows.
Liz and Jennifer turned to the door, their submachine guns raised and pressed tightly against their shoulders. Just as they were about to go down the stairs, two more adversaries emerged from the bunker in front of them, each armed with a hand grenade launcher. It appeared that they were counting on finding an entire battalion outside the door.
Liz and Jennifer jumped to the side looking for cover as the grenades whizzed past them. When the projectiles flew into the forest and exploded, the two women exchanged resigned expressions. Then Liz looked accusingly into Jennifer’s camera. “Didn’t you say that these guys were equipped with machine guns at the most? That was no machine gun. They’re shooting at us with RPG-7s! Russian anti-tank weapons!”
“Those had to have been stashed in their hideout a long time ago. For as long as we’ve been watching by satellite, we’ve never seen any weapons with that kind of clout. We’ll immediately request a larger team. Who knows what else they have up their sleeves. It’s time to pull back. The mission is dead. You’re not equipped for it. You wouldn’t have any chance!” Gray said.
“Forget it!” said Liz. “They know the score now! We have to see it through, or they’ll immediately move the missiles out of our reach—maybe even out of the States. We’re already here now, so we’re going to have to deal with this!”
“I think so too.” Jennifer unfastened a grenade from her gear, pulled out the security pin and threw it into the still open door of the bunker. She and Liz ducked for cover again as splinters and rocks flew passed them.
“I said pull back!” Gray swore into the headset microphone as he followed the action on his
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