George announced. It was roughly two hours until dawn. The plan was to be in place by sun-up. It appeared that this bunch liked to be up late at night, so they might just catch them still asleep. They had a simple plan. Simpler was always better, in Billy’s opinion. Less to go wrong. Less to remember. Less likely to mess up. The ‘red box’ had contained a number of goodies that the three soldiers in the group hadn’t counted on having, including three fragmentation grenades, and a half dozen of Billy’s homemade napalm bombs. All three had been impressed with them. They also enjoyed the two MP-5's, complete with six mags each. “Billy, where did you get this stuff?” Terry asked. “Made them napalm jars.” “What about these?” Pete asked, holding up one of the sub guns. “Found it,”
