He saw a single flash of infrared and pushed the truck farther into the brush. He felt the tires grind against a stone and stopped, turning back around. He was rewarded with two flashes. Meaning it was hidden. He exited, dragging a small rucksack full of audio devices. Decoy met him on the rocky track. Really a goat trail. “About a half-klick walk. Straight up.” Knuckles looked past his outstretched arm, the night a hazy mix of green from the NODs. He saw the lights of the house on top of the ridge, beacons that caused a whiteout when caught directly in the tube. Below it, only about two hundred meters away, was the wall that skirted the compound. Knuckles pulled on a black watch cap, like a burglar from a 40s movie, and said, “Let’s get this done.” While they could have opted for multicam or some other high-speed clothing—things that would make their infiltration easier—they’d opted for nothing more than dark attire.
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