Normally I wouldn’t allow wireless transfer like this except at night, but I’d temporarily activated the system so that I could monitor this particular mission. A lot was riding on tracking down the High Rollers. My men had met little resistance when they stormed the water tower, which was the first thing that concerned me. They gathered everyone they could find and brought them down to be taken prisoner. I watched from the viewpoint of a camera mounted to a soldier’s helmet as he searched the motley den, looking for any sign of someone hiding there. He was in the process of kicking through a box of supplies when I instructed him to go back down to ground level. It was clear that these weren’t the Rollers. We’d discovered a drug den, replete with evidence of a miserable existence. Still though, there was a chance that they might know where the Rollers were hiding. I adjusted the microphone stand, pulling the thin cord closer to me as I spoke to the soldier whose camera I was watching through.
