this. We go, lads. Keep it tight.”
With McCarter in the lead, Phoenix Force moved out.
The reached the clearing Peng had warned them about. It was not just a natural clearing; it was a kill zone, from which brush and cover had been removed to give the machine gunners a clear field of fire. Encizo, with a pair of field glasses from his gear, paused to get a close-up look at the enemy.
“I’ve got two…no, three men in each nest.” The machine-gun emplacements were pits dug into the ground, around which sandbags had been piled. Each nest also had a corrugated-metal roof set on four stout posts, probably to keep the rain off the guards inside.
“How alert?” McCarter asked.
“Not very,” Encizo said. “But moving around enough. They’ll see us if we try to rush them, I’d bet.”
“Then subtle is out,” McCarter said. He looked at Manning. The big Canadian nodded and deployed his 40 mm grenade launcher.
“Ready,” Manning said.
“Do it,” McCarter ordered.
As the other Phoenix Force team members spread out and took combat positions, Manning targeted the first machine-gun nest. He slowly and carefully checked his range and his angle…and then pulled the trigger.
The grenade was away and Manning was already reloading the launcher before the first round hit. When the explosions came, they ripped apart the machine-gun nests from within. Manning fired twice more, making sure, obliterating the nests and taking the gunners inside with them.
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