Blake lay on the folded blanket, the cold of the bare concrete floor attempting to leech away what warmth it could. The small flexible camera that wormed its way through the broken wall would be invisible outside, but it let him see all around the perimeter of the target.
Evening wasn't too far off, and already the sun was little more than a glow behind the clouds to the west. He panned the camera to check on the two sentries he had spotted, and both were still half slumped where they'd been most of the day. Not a bad idea, boys. he thought. Sentries are good, but the thing is, we're too far from anywhere for those apparent bums to be just sitting there day in and day out. And why sleep outside the big old abandoned factory when you could squat in it? Yep .. good idea, sloppy implementation.
Moving slowly he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the last of the ration bar he'd been slowly working his way through. No one could see him behind the concrete wall, but it didn't pay to be sloppy.
So ... he thought. We've got you two, plus at least six of your buddies inside. You've got the short straw so you're playing the bum for a day or two. Figure, what, two or three leeches in there with you? Can't be more than that, or there'd be more of you. Now, Red Court or Black Court? Suppose I should plan for the worst. Figure you're Black Court, so it's headshots to make sure you go down, stay down and don't get up and start wandering around again.
He glanced at the unique looking bullpup rifle, matt black on the floor beside him, and instinctively checked his other weapons; pistols, knives and grenades. The high forehead boys had incorporated a few new tweaks into his combat loads, and he was looking forwards to see how they worked in the field.
A few more minutes. he thought. Then I can bug out and come back after dawn. They've no reason to think I'm about, so I don't want to tip them off before WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
His thoughts slid to a halt as a new element entered the cameras field, moving deliberately towards the nest. Shit! he thought, his hand instinctively reaching for the shotgun. Shitshitshit, get the hell away you idiot. You're going to mess everything up on me. His eyes narrowed as he watched .. her? .. draw closer to his target, and his face set hard.