Savages
“I keyed my radio. “Never is. Why should today be any different?”
Through the slightly grainy resolution of the night vision scope, Gabe looked like a greenish gargoyle crouched behind a brick smokestack. He sat motionless, rifle aimed toward the guards at the gate, finger no doubt taking up the slack on the trigger. I shifted back to the task at hand and did the same.
Static. “All stations, Tex. In position.”
“Tex, Wolfman. Copy. Stand by.”
The plan was not complicated. Gabe, Great Hawk, Hicks, and those of Anderson’s men not killed or missing fanned out and took position a block away from the gate. I stayed where I was to provide close sniper support. Same story for Gabe. Hicks and May moved in with big bags of nasty explodey stuff and the deliberate intent to do mayhem in the name of God and country.
More static. “All stations, Wolfman. Engage on my mark.”
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