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began loading magazines for the rifles. She asked him about the laser range finder.
"We'll get to it in a bit," Ronnie said. He rummaged around in his bag and took out a black metal box about eight inches square. He set it on the shooting bench and pressed a button. A green light began blinking on top of the box.
" We can talk now. This will scramble any electronic surveillance aimed at us. I'll fill you in, then we'll turn it off and get on with the guns. Don't say anything important unless this box is on."
" Ronnie, what's up? What's 'Alpha Red'?"
" I don't know what's up. Alpha Red is an emergency code. It means the shit has hit the fan."
"Nice choice of words. What's the rest of it?"
"3P means we meet the Director at three o'clock this afternoon. FC means change our sat phones to a shifting frequency. It's not much used."
"What about the rest?"
"XG means deactivate the GPS locator in the phones."
Ronnie took Selena's phone and entered the new frequency. He showed her how to shut down the signal that told anyone with access to the Global Positioning System where she was.
"E5 is something Stephanie set up," Ronnie said. "It routes email and the internet through so many countries and servers no one can find the point of origin."
" Where do we meet Harker?"
" At the Marine Corps War Memorial."
" What about Nick?"
" He'll get the message. He'll be all right."
Selena waited.
"We shoot for a while, like we planned." Ronnie gestured at the weapons. "We get back to the car, I'll run a sweep. It's all part of Alpha Red. Clear?"
Selena nodded. Ronnie turned off the box and put it back in his kit. He picked up a rifle. They'd been blacked out from eavesdroppers for less than a minute.
"You're familiar with the MP-5," Ronnie said, "so you know how to control rate of climb and get off a three round burst."
The Heckler and Koch MP-5 in its many variations was a favorite weapon of SOCOM units all over the world. Selena knew how to use it. It had been part of her baptism in blood.
" The M4A1 is different from the H-K, but the principles are the same. This is what most of our troops carry. It fires a 5.65 by 45 millimeter NATO round, high velocity, good penetration. After five or six hundred rounds it can heat up and jam in a bad firefight. That's why we use the MP-5. But you should get familiar with this weapon."
He handed it to her. "It's not much good beyond 300 yards. It's meant for close combat. Let's get you set up at a hundred and we'll try it out."
He showed her the attachments, scope adjustments, stock configurations. They began shooting. After two hours they packed up and headed back to Ronnie's Hummer. He took a detector from his bag and walked around the car. He reached down and found a tiny device the size of a grain of rice, covered with grease. He made walking movements with his fingers.
Selena nodded. A bug.
Ronnie put the bug back where he'd found it. He completed the sweep outside, then covered the inside of the car.
" Hop in," he said.
They drove out through the main gate and headed toward the city.
Ronnie said , "Let's get something to eat. There's a joint along here that's pretty good. Slow service, but we're done for the day. Let's grab a beer and a steak."
"Sounds good."
Ten minutes later they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Ronnie got out and removed the bug. A green BMW with Virginia plates was parked two cars down. Ronnie sauntered near, stooped down and planted the bug underneath.
They headed for Washington.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The DC-3 turbo prop conversion came in low in the dark Antarctic night. The plane's landing lights glared bright white on the hard packed ice and snow of the runway. The throaty growl of modified Pratt & Whitney engines shook the room as the plane passed over the research station.
Hans had been unable to sleep , his mind filled with thoughts of the Nazi bunker. Now he was charting observations made during the last month. He heard the plane.
"We'll get to it in a bit," Ronnie said. He rummaged around in his bag and took out a black metal box about eight inches square. He set it on the shooting bench and pressed a button. A green light began blinking on top of the box.
" We can talk now. This will scramble any electronic surveillance aimed at us. I'll fill you in, then we'll turn it off and get on with the guns. Don't say anything important unless this box is on."
" Ronnie, what's up? What's 'Alpha Red'?"
" I don't know what's up. Alpha Red is an emergency code. It means the shit has hit the fan."
"Nice choice of words. What's the rest of it?"
"3P means we meet the Director at three o'clock this afternoon. FC means change our sat phones to a shifting frequency. It's not much used."
"What about the rest?"
"XG means deactivate the GPS locator in the phones."
Ronnie took Selena's phone and entered the new frequency. He showed her how to shut down the signal that told anyone with access to the Global Positioning System where she was.
"E5 is something Stephanie set up," Ronnie said. "It routes email and the internet through so many countries and servers no one can find the point of origin."
" Where do we meet Harker?"
" At the Marine Corps War Memorial."
" What about Nick?"
" He'll get the message. He'll be all right."
Selena waited.
"We shoot for a while, like we planned." Ronnie gestured at the weapons. "We get back to the car, I'll run a sweep. It's all part of Alpha Red. Clear?"
Selena nodded. Ronnie turned off the box and put it back in his kit. He picked up a rifle. They'd been blacked out from eavesdroppers for less than a minute.
"You're familiar with the MP-5," Ronnie said, "so you know how to control rate of climb and get off a three round burst."
The Heckler and Koch MP-5 in its many variations was a favorite weapon of SOCOM units all over the world. Selena knew how to use it. It had been part of her baptism in blood.
" The M4A1 is different from the H-K, but the principles are the same. This is what most of our troops carry. It fires a 5.65 by 45 millimeter NATO round, high velocity, good penetration. After five or six hundred rounds it can heat up and jam in a bad firefight. That's why we use the MP-5. But you should get familiar with this weapon."
He handed it to her. "It's not much good beyond 300 yards. It's meant for close combat. Let's get you set up at a hundred and we'll try it out."
He showed her the attachments, scope adjustments, stock configurations. They began shooting. After two hours they packed up and headed back to Ronnie's Hummer. He took a detector from his bag and walked around the car. He reached down and found a tiny device the size of a grain of rice, covered with grease. He made walking movements with his fingers.
Selena nodded. A bug.
Ronnie put the bug back where he'd found it. He completed the sweep outside, then covered the inside of the car.
" Hop in," he said.
They drove out through the main gate and headed toward the city.
Ronnie said , "Let's get something to eat. There's a joint along here that's pretty good. Slow service, but we're done for the day. Let's grab a beer and a steak."
"Sounds good."
Ten minutes later they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Ronnie got out and removed the bug. A green BMW with Virginia plates was parked two cars down. Ronnie sauntered near, stooped down and planted the bug underneath.
They headed for Washington.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The DC-3 turbo prop conversion came in low in the dark Antarctic night. The plane's landing lights glared bright white on the hard packed ice and snow of the runway. The throaty growl of modified Pratt & Whitney engines shook the room as the plane passed over the research station.
Hans had been unable to sleep , his mind filled with thoughts of the Nazi bunker. Now he was charting observations made during the last month. He heard the plane.
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