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manure, or anything else a farmer might need to haul. It was made by the John Deere Company as an all-terrain utility vehicle for farmers and ranchers.
And it worked equally well for two men who were determined to get back what was taken from them.
Strapped to the bed of the Gator were two sixteen foot extension ladders. Collapsed, they were still eight feet in length, and hung over the tailgate a considerable distance. But tie down straps kept them from going anywhere, and they only scraped the ground a couple of times when the machine climbed up the steep grades of the arroyos.
Both men had their radios turned on and wore ear pieces to listen to Mark, who stood in the open doorway of the mine.
Mark was blind to the goings on inside the compound. In fact, he couldn’t even see the compound from his position, but that was okay. His sole purpose on this mission was to relay information from Hannah.
Hannah’s radio wouldn’t penetrate the thick walls of the mine to the outside. But they would reach to the mine’s door, and Mark’s signal would reach to the west side of the compound.
Hannah kept her eyes on the bank of monitors, and gave a report every thirty seconds. Sometimes more often, if there was any movement.
“Okay, two men still at the gate. One on the south side of the roof. One in the dining room, and the others are in their rooms.”
Mark dutifully passed the information. “Two men at the gate. One on the south side of the roof. One in the dinin g room, the others in their rooms.”
Thirty seconds passed.
Hannah reported, “No change.”
Mark relayed, “No change.”
Finally, John and Bryan made it to their destination. Directly ahead of them, and about fifty yards away, was the west wall of the compound. They were still in heavy brush, and could just barely make out the wall, and only because the late afternoon sun was at their backs and shone its dying beams upon it.
John turned the Gator completely around, so that it was pointing back toward the way they’d come. They’d need every second they could to make a fast getaway.
“Okay, we’re in position.”
“They’re in position, Hannah.”
“Okay. No change. Still two on the gate. Looks like they’re doing shift change. One is on the south side of the roof, one in the dining room and two in their rooms.”
Mark relayed the information, then added, “It’s a go whenever you’re ready.”
John and Bryan waited another five minutes, until they were sure they’d have the setting sun at their backs.
Then they carried the extension ladders across the clearing to the face of the wall, extended them, and leaned them against the wall four feet apart.
They climbed up the ladders until they could peek over the wall. They knew the sun directly behind them would hide them from anyone looking their way. However, they thought it prudent to maintain a low profile anyway.
From their position, they had an unobstructed view of the two guards a hundred and twenty yards away, on the opposite side of the compound.
They took their AR-15 rifles and propped them upon the rungs of their ladders to steady them. Then they sighted in their targets.
“I’ve got the one on the left.”
“Okay, I’ve got the right.”
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.”
“Okay, three… two… one… fire.”
Both rifle shots went off simultaneously. Both of their targets fell to the ground.
John and Bryan dismounted the ladders and laid them down. They had served their purpose for now, so there was no need in trying to take them back.
Within seconds they were back on the Gator and hauling ass back to the entrance of the mine, while listening to Mark’s words in their
And it worked equally well for two men who were determined to get back what was taken from them.
Strapped to the bed of the Gator were two sixteen foot extension ladders. Collapsed, they were still eight feet in length, and hung over the tailgate a considerable distance. But tie down straps kept them from going anywhere, and they only scraped the ground a couple of times when the machine climbed up the steep grades of the arroyos.
Both men had their radios turned on and wore ear pieces to listen to Mark, who stood in the open doorway of the mine.
Mark was blind to the goings on inside the compound. In fact, he couldn’t even see the compound from his position, but that was okay. His sole purpose on this mission was to relay information from Hannah.
Hannah’s radio wouldn’t penetrate the thick walls of the mine to the outside. But they would reach to the mine’s door, and Mark’s signal would reach to the west side of the compound.
Hannah kept her eyes on the bank of monitors, and gave a report every thirty seconds. Sometimes more often, if there was any movement.
“Okay, two men still at the gate. One on the south side of the roof. One in the dining room, and the others are in their rooms.”
Mark dutifully passed the information. “Two men at the gate. One on the south side of the roof. One in the dinin g room, the others in their rooms.”
Thirty seconds passed.
Hannah reported, “No change.”
Mark relayed, “No change.”
Finally, John and Bryan made it to their destination. Directly ahead of them, and about fifty yards away, was the west wall of the compound. They were still in heavy brush, and could just barely make out the wall, and only because the late afternoon sun was at their backs and shone its dying beams upon it.
John turned the Gator completely around, so that it was pointing back toward the way they’d come. They’d need every second they could to make a fast getaway.
“Okay, we’re in position.”
“They’re in position, Hannah.”
“Okay. No change. Still two on the gate. Looks like they’re doing shift change. One is on the south side of the roof, one in the dining room and two in their rooms.”
Mark relayed the information, then added, “It’s a go whenever you’re ready.”
John and Bryan waited another five minutes, until they were sure they’d have the setting sun at their backs.
Then they carried the extension ladders across the clearing to the face of the wall, extended them, and leaned them against the wall four feet apart.
They climbed up the ladders until they could peek over the wall. They knew the sun directly behind them would hide them from anyone looking their way. However, they thought it prudent to maintain a low profile anyway.
From their position, they had an unobstructed view of the two guards a hundred and twenty yards away, on the opposite side of the compound.
They took their AR-15 rifles and propped them upon the rungs of their ladders to steady them. Then they sighted in their targets.
“I’ve got the one on the left.”
“Okay, I’ve got the right.”
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.”
“Okay, three… two… one… fire.”
Both rifle shots went off simultaneously. Both of their targets fell to the ground.
John and Bryan dismounted the ladders and laid them down. They had served their purpose for now, so there was no need in trying to take them back.
Within seconds they were back on the Gator and hauling ass back to the entrance of the mine, while listening to Mark’s words in their
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