"Энди Макнаб. Кризис четвертого (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автораbuttons. I didn't have a clue what the box was called, but I knew what it
did. A little red light came up, which no doubt was a test to make sure he had com ms with whatever devices were rigged up at the electricity substation that supplied the power to this area. I imagined they'd be using a number of small stand-off charges, something about the size of a Coca Cola can, to penetrate the cast-steel casings. All they'd need to do was make a hole big enough for the coolant to drain out of and the generators would quickly burn themselves out. Sarah wanted confirmation about the target. She pestered Glen, "Are you sure that's the building? Are you sure he's in there?" He was already pissed off with her, and told her politely that she might be in overall command but he was the commander on the ground, so shut the fuck up and let him do his job. Good one, Glen, I thought. We were kneeling around him at the edge of the grove as he made his final checks on the target and confirmed the orders with the rest of us. There were no changes to the plan. It was Sarah who would give the final Go or No Go now. She nodded at him. "OK, everybody, here we go." Glen got his box of tricks and pulled up the antenna the last few inches. "Standby, standby ..." I heard the click of a button being pressed. There was a delay of about two seconds, then a bright flash in the distance, beyond the glow from the industrial units. Then, after twenty seconds, there was total darkness as the lights went out in the compound. Glen was back to enjoying life, despite Sarah's presence. He grinned. We moved off at a slow jogging pace along the edge of the trees. Once level with Reg 1 and 2, we turned left over the waste ground and went straight for the fence. They were pulling at the straight line of the cut they'd made, making a big upside-down V for us to get through. We took advantage of the darkness and sprinted the fifty meters to the target building. There was the odd outburst of hollering and shouting through an open window-nothing frantic; the voices just sounded pissed off that the power had failed, probably halfway through the Syrian version of East Enders. Now and again I saw the glint of flashlights from inside. We reached the edge of the target building and everybody got against the wall, Glen looking toward the nearest corner. Around that, to the left and next to the shutters, was our entry point. Sarah was between us, catching her breath and trying to keep the noise down. The other three in the crew were on their knees, nearer the corner. If the door was locked they'd have to blow it. They started to get the prepared charges from their belt kit. I watched as they worked together, slowly unwinding the det cord, which looked like white washing line, but was filled with high explosive. They stood up with the charge. Everything was nice and slow and controlled. As they started to move, the door burst open. Voices were shouting in Arabic from around the corner. The door charge was quickly placed on the ground. I saw hands reach into belt kits. They would have to remove the threat, but quietly. |
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