Owen was a mess. He checked the hostler of his side arm again. The weapon didn’t catch when he pulled it out. He shoved it back down again with gruff motions, pacing in tight lines as Katanya made her report.
He stopped in front of her when she was done. Wide-stanced with hands on his hips, he nodded slowly. It was not an approving nod it was the disapproving kind. Like he'd expected sub par performance.
“You’d know, if you bothered to do any research, that the structure at the base of the mountain is a missile silo that was never finished. Not abandoned. It’s never been used.” It made him feel better to correct her in this way. Not that it mattered what the status of this structure really was. Soon to be missle silo or former missile silo. A rather minor detail. But the Lieutenant General loved pointing out others’ faults.
He huffed as he calculated the manpower that would have been transported in six armored cars. They would be outnumbered of course. “Did anyone think to intercept radio chatter?” He tapped the side of his head aggressively as if he were the only one with brains. Owen was getting angry. “Is this the amateur hour? Of course they will have perimeter security. Probably snipers laying in the mountains with ground boots on rotation. Tell the scouts to open their eyes and they might see something useful. Do they expect us to go in blind? We need a detailed report of the field. What kind of armored vehicles? .50 calibur turret-mounted humvees, for instance? Any visible insignia? Are there any dugouts? For the love of fuck, these are the things I'd like to know before I get turned into meat chunks.”
He finished his rant and squinted off into the darkness towards the area they would infiltrate. He pulled the rifle around and lifted it to stare through the night vision optical scope as he scanned the horizon.
“Mount up.” He told her as he swept the field again with his weapon. “We’ll proceed two klicks south by south east off road with no headlights.” Owen pointed in the direction he wanted to go. “We’ll ditch the vehicle and proceed on foot to meet the team.”
He checked his watch and then pulled out the burner.
No messages.
“Let’s go.” He turned away from her and slammed the door shut to his vehicle and sat in the passenger's’ side of hers. She would drive. He would stare out into the darkness and try not to imagine the torturing of his daughter.
He stopped in front of her when she was done. Wide-stanced with hands on his hips, he nodded slowly. It was not an approving nod it was the disapproving kind. Like he'd expected sub par performance.
“You’d know, if you bothered to do any research, that the structure at the base of the mountain is a missile silo that was never finished. Not abandoned. It’s never been used.” It made him feel better to correct her in this way. Not that it mattered what the status of this structure really was. Soon to be missle silo or former missile silo. A rather minor detail. But the Lieutenant General loved pointing out others’ faults.
He huffed as he calculated the manpower that would have been transported in six armored cars. They would be outnumbered of course. “Did anyone think to intercept radio chatter?” He tapped the side of his head aggressively as if he were the only one with brains. Owen was getting angry. “Is this the amateur hour? Of course they will have perimeter security. Probably snipers laying in the mountains with ground boots on rotation. Tell the scouts to open their eyes and they might see something useful. Do they expect us to go in blind? We need a detailed report of the field. What kind of armored vehicles? .50 calibur turret-mounted humvees, for instance? Any visible insignia? Are there any dugouts? For the love of fuck, these are the things I'd like to know before I get turned into meat chunks.”
He finished his rant and squinted off into the darkness towards the area they would infiltrate. He pulled the rifle around and lifted it to stare through the night vision optical scope as he scanned the horizon.
“Mount up.” He told her as he swept the field again with his weapon. “We’ll proceed two klicks south by south east off road with no headlights.” Owen pointed in the direction he wanted to go. “We’ll ditch the vehicle and proceed on foot to meet the team.”
He checked his watch and then pulled out the burner.
No messages.
“Let’s go.” He turned away from her and slammed the door shut to his vehicle and sat in the passenger's’ side of hers. She would drive. He would stare out into the darkness and try not to imagine the torturing of his daughter.
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