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emergency extraction is necessary.
    “Our mission this evening…”
    Gene focused intently on Jim. Here it came.
    “… is to infiltrate the R&R Center, pulling out or abducting one of the highest ranking officers, who will be returned to Seafloat for interrogation and then released to the V Corps Interrogation Center. The rest of the R&R Center will be destroyed. We will take no other prisoners.”
    Gene didn’t move. “No other prisoners” translated instantly to an image of explosions, screams, total annihilation.
    “
Area or location:
This is going to take place approximately 11.4 miles up the Dam Doi River, in the northern section of the Secret Zone. Coordinates of our target are 68745832. MSSC will take us to the river just west of the Dam Doi, approximately 9.4 miles in, to our insertion point at 68745832.
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Execute, concept, plans, objective area:
We are going to patrol into the southwest side of the R&R Center. Insertion coordinates are 83783761 for primary. We will take compass bearing, thirty-five degrees magnetic. We will be patrolling about four thousand meters to the objective site with the Dam Doi River to our right.”
    Jim paused and looked up for a moment, then continued. “If we can’t get in with compass bearing, we will connect with the Dam Doi River and take it up to the objective site. Intelligence reports three guards inside the compound. Once the objective is in visual sight, we will stop the patrol, and that location will be our primary rally point if anything should happen before completion of the operation. If nothing does happen, prior to the charges going off, all members will rally back to that location.”
    Gene made quick eye contact with the others in the squad.
    Everybody understood. Especially Doc. He looked ready to bite the barrel of his weapon in half.
    “There are two roving guards patrolling the east and west sides of the compound.” Jim tapped the blackboard. “Intelligence reports also reveal that there is a heavy-machine-gun emplacement at the south end of the compound, just inside the open area and backed in against the trees of the jungle. Here. The diagram on the board shows the locations.”
    The chalked-on diagram stood out on the green board, white and solid. Gene studied it, listening to Jim.
    “Brian and I will eliminate the two roving guards using our Hush Puppies.” He looked at the rear of the briefing room. “Gene, can you take out the gun emplacement? Silently?”
    All eyes focused on Gene. Knife kill. From the back of the room, he answered with one word, “Yes,” and realized his hand had found the hilt of his bowie knife. He moved it back to the 60. The men looked back at Jim—except for Alex, who was pointing to himself and mouthing “Me.” Nobody could figure what went on in his head, Gene thought. Strange, weird guy. He wanted the kill.
    “Prior to Brian and myself eliminating the two sentries,” Jim continued, “I will be leaving the two LAAWS rockets with Roland, and Roland will give Brian ten pounds of C-4 explosives with five-minute delay fuses on them.”
    As Jim named names, Gene, with the rest of the men in the room, studied each man’s face to make sure he had no hesitations, no unanswered questions. Mistakes were almost always fatal.
    Jim paced, pointing out locations on the board. “Roland, Alex, Cruz, and Doc will set security for Gene taking out the heavy-machine-gun emplacement, and take up positions ten to fifteen feet apart on both sides of the gun emplacement so, if need be, we can take the entire compound under fire in support of Brian and myself. Roland and Alex will be on the left side of the machine-gun emplacement, and Cruz and Doc on the right side. I suggest fifteen-foot intervals, but maintain sight of each other.”
    He cleared his throat and went on. “Brian and myself will each place five pounds of C-4 approximately two feet in on the underneath side on each corner of the main structure housing the ninety