Hunter - Cambodian Hellhole /**/ Chapter Seventeen Terrance Loughlin crouched beside the game trail, carefully threading the silencer onto the muzzle of his .22 caliber semiautomatic target pistol. His eyes never strayed from the narrow footpath, never glanced in the direction of the weapon as he performed the delicate task by touch alone. He was waiting for the point men, counting on them, from their noise and previously known position, to reveal themselves within a minute, perhaps less. His thighs were starting to ache from the awkwardness of his position, but he dared not change it now, knowing that they could be literally just around the corner. They had been charting the course of the hostile patrol now for more than an hour, since the nine armed men issued forth from the compound, crossing the narrow footbridge in a ragged formation, bearing off into the trees, heading east. The patrol had tried to pull a fast one, quickly coming back around and circling toward the riverbank opposite the drainage pipe, where Stone had entered the camp, but they were taking their time along the way, checking out side trails and caves, trying to be silent but not quite making a go of it.
