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buttons. 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.
"OK, let's go."
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.