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Samboy Aggregates April 27, 2008 1615 hours Paige took a deep breath then got out of her car. She slammed the door shut and walked over to wear Jordan was parking. She waited until the redhead got out of her car and spoke softly, "follow my lead." Jordan said nothing but Paige could tell she understood. Paige whirled and stalked away towards the guard booth with Jordan following behind. The guard looked up, smiled for a moment, then thought the better of it. Paige had mustered up the best pissed off face she could and glared at the guard as Jordan stood quietly behind her. "You girls are here kind of late," he said after he opened the sliding glass that separated them. "Just give me the god damn book," Paige snapped at him. He held the book with a quick glance at Jordan before returning his attention to Paige. "Overtime?" he said casually. Paige knew damn well it was none of his business to ask and that it was his own curiosity and urge to gossip later, that prompted the question. Paige narrowed her eyes, "seems little Miss. Intern decided to slack off on Friday and screwed up my count, which happens to be..." she turned to Jordan, "a LEGAL document." She watched Jordan grimace then turned back to the guard. "Which can cost me my license if it's not done right...so NOT that it's any of your fucking business," she peered at his name tag, "Davy-boy...but I'M going to watch Holly here crawl around in turtle guts for a few hours. Is that all right with you? Because if it's not, then you can get Mr. Branks on the phone right now. I'm sure he'd love to hear how one of his 6.50 an hour rent-a-cops is holding up his legal proceedings!" The guard watched astonished as Paige told him off then glared at him just daring him to say something. He handed over the clipboard, "I just need you to sign in since it's after hours and the weekend and all..." Paige snatched the clipboard from his hand and mimicked sarcastically, "it's after hours and the weekend blah blah," but she signed then without a look swung the clipboard back into Jordan's chest. Jordan took it as Paige stalked away without a glance. A few minutes later Jordan caught up with her giggling. "He buy it?" Paige asked smiling now. "Oh yeah, he even said he felt bad for me and to keep near a phone if you lost it...then he called you a bitch." Paige snickered, "good deal, at least he won't come sneaking around if he's afraid of me." Jordan nodded as they made their way the half mile or so along the perimeter nearer to bldg 127. They could hear machinery off in the distance. It sounded out of place it being a Sunday evening. Paige led Jordan over the railroad tracks and along the fence they searched for the bag Riley was supposed to have dropped off. "Shit, shit, shit...do you see it?" Paige asked cursing herself for not at least bringing a small flashlight. "No...wait...here it is," Jordan said pulling the bag out from beneath a pile of shrubs. Paige went over as Jordan was pulling the comm equipment out. Paige adjusted the fabric around her throat grimacing at it being so uncomfortable. "These things are terrible," she said to which Jordan nodded. Paige placed the earpiece in and snapped the transmitter on. She nodded to Jordan who nodded back, "Tac 1, Alpha 2 & 3 are on line." "Received Alpha 2 and 3, proceed to Bravo 127," Sara's voice came back loud and clear. Paige grinned and stripped her shirt off, replacing it with the black turtleneck, and pulled the cotton mask over her face so that only her eyes and mouth showed. Jordan followed suit as Paige distributed the weapons between them. She then stuffed her and Jordan's shirt into the bag, put her gloves on, zipped the bag and shouldered it. Dressed now, all in black, the two Agents made their way stealthily to Bldg 127. They did not enter the building, choosing instead, to climb the small ladder that scaled the back of the building. Paige peered over the top scanning the flat rooftop and saw nothing. She popped over the two foot ledge and crouched waiting for Jordan to come over. It was the perfect building to snipe from, flat roof with a two foot wall that ran the perimeter providing cover and protection. When Jordan was over they crept over to the west side of the building and peered over. There they were. The whole lot of them. The sand pile Baz had said they had started digging was about three quarters of a way moved. A few of the men hung about the edges pulling out weapons and hand sifting through the sand. The giant claw of the heavy machinery was currently taking another big bite out of the sand. They knelt back down, out of view, and Paige handed the laptop over to Jordan, who was better at computers than she was. Paige then wired up the digi-recorder and camera handing the wires over to Jordan. Jordan hooked up to Sara in the van by uplinking through a DOD satellite. Sara would get feed directly from both cameras with only a couple seconds delay and be able to record it for Riley. Paige waited as Jordan tapped at the laptop. She finally looked up and nodded. Paige powered up the digi-recorder placing it on the ledge and positioned it to get a view of the immediate area surrounding the claw digger. She then took the camera and started scanning. Paige relayed diligently the position of the men including the four that milled about holding weapons in the air. They covered the four corners of the operation and apparently were the guards. When all the people were accounted for, Paige moved on to the next project. "Alpha 2, Romeo 1," Paige said quietly, snapping pictures of the individuals, including Baz, that stood around the sand. "Romeo 1, go ahead," Riley responded in a whisper. "Romeo 1, be advised we are uplinked and live...what's your pleasure?" Paige whispered back. "Get as many targets as you can. Look for Wells and Banning." "Received," Paige said as she scanned the area with the camera, drawing the lens in tighter. She got a good picture of Tommy in the claw working the machinery. Though she wanted to, she did not look back to see Jordan's reaction who was seeing all the pics come through as well. Paige finally saw Banning smoking a cigarette and surveying the area with a slight grin on his face. She took a couple pics watching him as he appeared to be talking to someone almost behind him that Paige couldn't see. She took a breath, frustrated with the time it was taking to get these shots. It would be, in her opinion, much more fun to just ambush the guys why they were busy. "Banning confirmed," she said finally. The comms were still silent as everyone waited. The activity finally stopped and Paige swung her camera back around to the sand pile. It was almost completely gone and she watched as Tommy jumped out of the cab and sauntered over to the rest of the guys. He started to dig a little too as weapons were being pulled out at an alarming rate. Just how many weapons were hidden in there anyway? Paige snapped away as fast as the camera could load the images. Banning had sauntered over and was inspecting a couple of the weapons. Behind him, as Paige finally saw him, was Wells. "Wells confirmed," Paige said. "Alpha 2, any indication of a money exchange?" Money exchange? She hadn't been told of any money exchange. What the hell would indicate a money exchange? Wouldn't they just do it on a computer like everyone else did? Paige scowled but scanned the area again looking for...something...that might be out of place. "Negative," she said after a moment. "Alpha 2, advise when situation changes," she then heard a click as she assumed Riley opened his communications to his own team, "all teams hold positions." Paige did not hear any responses but looked back at Jordan who simply shrugged her shoulders. They would wait, Paige assumed as she adjusted her position. She watched through the camera lens as Banning took out his cell phone and placed a call. "Alpha 2, Tac 1, outgoing cell phone call," she said. "Copy Alpha 2," Sara's voice came back. Banning placed his call, speaking only for a few minutes before engaging in a conversation with Wells. It seemed amiable enough as they smiled and nodded their heads at whatever conversation they were having. A few minutes later a pick up truck pulled up and a driver got out. Paige snapped pics of the driver and watched as Banning pulled the gate down revealing three large black briefcases of sorts. "Alpha 2, Romeo 1, I've got Banning and Wells...and three black cases of sorts," she watched as Wells opened one of them. She could not see what was in it but Wells seemed quite pleased. Wells then closed the case and inspected the other two. The last one he pulled out a stack of money grinning like a little kid. "Romeo 1, money confirmed and exchanged." "Received Alpha 2," Riley said quietly and then that annoying click again. "Tac 1, situation is go." There was only a second of hesitation as Paige stuffed the camera into the bag and assembled the sniper rifle. "Alpha, Delta, Echo, Go," Sara's voice came over the comm. Paige grinned at Jordan, "let's have some fun, yeah?" Jordan grinned back as Paige swung the rifle over the ledge and positioned it on the guard furthest west and closest to where Riley's men would most likely make contact first. "Engaging," Riley's voice came over the comm as the first barks of weapons filtered through the air... Return |
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