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

We had discovered a brothel or among them, as it turned out. We didn't know if this was related to the storage facility we were searching for further in or not. This building had no windows or doors. The shock wave from the weapon that had gone off high over the harbour had actually harmed every building within a thirty click radius. There was no noticeable sign of life in the building all night. We reported the advancements to the ship about the building. A scruffy figure slipped out heading in towards the city. He came back a few hours later on with two other men pulling what looked like a hooded woman with a rope connected around her neck with her hands connected in front of her. It wasn't till just after dark the figure left going out into the hills with the lady. We waited for the two males to head back towards the city. An hour later we observed them leaving. Elroy went in pursuit. I inform you that guy is a shadow. He had approached on me a variety of times during training in daytime and dark. Frightened the shit out of me when he tapped me on the shoulder, resting next to me laughing his stupid arse off. About midnight I heard my radio tap 3 times. He needs to have been a reasonable method away as the radio sounded scratchy like it was at its limit. There were 2 then seven then one, a break then fifteen. I clicked twice

Sam was laying beside 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 silently slipped out of the structure heading in the direction of the waterfront. We were heading west two 7 one degrees with fifteen clicks to go. In single file, the four of us headed off fishing over one block with the cart as not to bump into any foot traffic. Sam was attempting to maintain as I held her gloved hand, dragging her in addition to all her equipment. We had to stop frequently to capture our breath. It would be prior to dawn with the first hint of red on the darkened east horizon when we got here. We saw the presumed light from Elroy's night goggles map reading led with ours. We headed in. Elroy appeared beside me tapping me on the shoulder. I heard him laugh quietly the fuck. When he increased up out of nowhere next to me, I had almost shit myself. Old practices die hard. He had to get Sam behind me cupping her mouth as she discharged 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 inhabited three or 4 taller buildings around the warehouse that was habitable by the looks of it. There's a perfect structure to view them from almost 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 actually been accepted. Twenty minutes later on we were installed in the basement of a five-story structure with the front side of the building collapsed out of it. The stairwell was in the centre built of concrete, the only thing standing on the top floor as the rest had blown off or simply collapsed in the blast. With rubble stacked as a loose wall to hide behind in the stairwell door made a perfect observation post overlooking the target through the gaps. Elroy and I had actually coaxed Sam approximately see the storage facility over half a click away, I judged. Despite the fact that Sam had actually not seen the warehouse from the outdoors I felt her begin to shiver as she lay next to me looking. An inspection through the identifying scope confirmed a heavily fortified steel side door. The structures roller doors were obstructed with a forty-foot container across the front fitted out as a bunker with sandbags inside and out. There was what appeared like shooting holes cut along the outside walls.

 
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