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As we approached the outskirts of the suburbs from the hills, the groups split up expanding. Elroy and Jerry were out searching ahead for us as we gradually made our method through the residential areas. The sky was bathed in the soft red glow of the moon which had actually increased about midnight. We had actually dropped in a run-down factory out of sight as we made contact with the ship at the prearranged time as prepared. The other teams had no sightings to report either. It was the forth night Andrew who was on point spotted a figure gradually making his way in the instructions as ourselves. Elroy went up to help Andrew. He went to a three-story concrete building with steel plates fixed to the ground floor windows. The door to the building looked like it was enhanced steel.

We had found a whorehouse or among them, as it turned out. We didn't understand if this was related to the storage facility we were looking for even more in or not. This structure had no doors or windows. The shock wave from the weapon that had actually gone off high over the harbour had harmed every structure within a thirty click radius. There was no visible sign of life in the structure all night. We reported the developments to the ship about the structure. Quickly after daylight the door opened. A shabby figure slipped out heading in towards the city. We noticed the direction. He returned a couple of hours later with 2 other men pulling what looked like a hooded woman with a rope tied around her neck with her hands tied in front of her. We had hit pay dirt. It wasn't till just after dark the figure left heading out into the hills with the female. We waited on the two guys to head back towards the city. An hour later on we observed them leaving. Elroy went in pursuit. He had sneaked up on me a number of times during training in daytime and dark. About midnight I heard my radio tap three times. He should have been a reasonable method away as the radio sounded scratchy like it was at its limit.

Sam was laying next to me on her roll sleeping as I dug her in the ribs. Get your equipment together, were moving. The others were stirring as they heard me whisper loudly to Sam. We left Tim on watch at the whorehouse as we quietly slipped out of the structure heading in the direction of the waterside. We were heading west two seven one degrees with fifteen clicks to go. In file, the four people headed off fishing over one block with the cart as not to run into any foot traffic. Sam was trying to keep up as I held her gloved hand, dragging her together with all her equipment. We had to stop often to catch our breath. It would be just before dawn with the first hint of red on the dark east horizon when we got here. We saw the presumed light from Elroy's night safety glasses map reading led with ours. We headed in. Elroy appeared beside me tapping me on the shoulder. I heard him laugh quietly the fuck. I had nearly shit myself when he rose up out of no place next to me. Old practices die hard. He had to grab Sam behind me cupping her mouth as she let out a scream.

Would they hear her? I asked frantically. Elroy smiled shaking his head. There 2 clicks further on. There's a warehouse-like Sam explained, they have actually occupied three or 4 taller buildings around the warehouse that was habitable by the looks of it. There's a best structure to see them from practically a click out. Were facing daytime. Let's get undercover. I heard a smack as Sam wince. That was for the scream. I smiled, she had been accepted. Twenty minutes later on we were set up in the basement of a five-story building with the front side of the structure collapsed out of it. The stairwell was in the centre constructed of concrete, the only thing basing on the top floor as the rest had actually blown off or just collapsed in the blast. With debris stacked as a loose wall to conceal behind in the stairwell door made an ideal observation post overlooking the target through the gaps. Elroy and I had coaxed Sam up to view the warehouse over half a click away, I evaluated. The structures roller doors were obstructed with a forty-foot container across the front fitted out as a bunker with sandbags inside and out.

 
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