Kyle hung in the darkness above the General’s hacienda fifty meters of the way down on a black, nine-millimeter climbing line. His feet were braced against the cliff wall a meter above where the floodlights shone down into the compound. He would be invisible here to anyone looking up from below, or well to the side. The baddies should have had defensive lights that shone up the cliff, but they weren’t paranoid enough.
Should have been; Delta was coming.
He locked his descender to hold him in place and slid his MSG90 sniper rifle free. Through the scope, he could see that Carla hung in a position similar to his own on the far side of the curve, with Richie close by. Duane was midway between them and higher up the cliff. Chad was their high reserve, still at the cliff top eighty meters abo
