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Colonel Gibson and Captain Grant were scouting the area. Now the two Delta operators were lying low in a natural gully in the middle of a field two kilometers away from the helicopter and a half-klick from the target. They’d pulled back far enough that they dared whisper over the radio. The Black Hawk had been parked behind a copse of trees for most of an hour, and time was running out fast. They needed to be headed back to Poland somewhere in the next hour, and that wasn’t seeming likely.
Connie listened to what the D-boys had to say and didn’t like it one bit. She wished she hadn’t thought of this scenario at all.
She flipped Gerta out of the circuit, in case the woman understood more English than she stated. “An unguarded house and garage. Colonel, what if she isn’t telling the tr
