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Knock the whole fucking thing down. I don’t give a fuck. Then
follow your individual escape routes out. Go now!"
    The two men left the room
without a response.
    When they were gone, Knight,
Slavik and Bloodshoe, the remaining members of the two teams, dug into their
packs for the small metallic containers that contained their predetermined
individual escape routes.
    Finding his first, Slavik
punched it against the wall and dropped the cracked plastic on the floor. When
he did, a loud shot ripped through the air.
    Slavik whirled around to see
Knight fall to the floor clutching what remained of his left leg in his hand.
    Slavik raised his weapon, but
Bloodshoe had already downed the missing scientist from the rooftop in a blast
of weapons fire.
    Bloodshoe ran and scooped up the
scientist’s quivering still-dying body and hauled it across his back. Taking
less than two steps, he dumped it into the incinerator to burn with the others.
    Slavik turned back to where
Knight writhed in agony on the ground. His left leg was torn in half below the
knee. Sweat beaded in a solid line across his forehead, and his lips trembled
from the shock.
    He then noticed a small hole
just below Knight’s neck and a much larger wound in the center of his back.
    "Orders still stand,”
Knight gasped through clenched teeth. "Leave the jeeps and your gear.
Separate and get out. Blow the place when you're clear."
    Slavik looked down at Knight.
His body shook with both rage and fear at his feet.
    Overwhelmed by another sudden
urge to retch, Slavik turned away. He hung his head between his legs and tried
to spit away the vomit and bile that caked his throat. A sharp tug at the back
of his leg made him turn back to face his dying commander on the floor.
    "Understand what happens if
they find us here," Knight wheezed. "They will break anyone left back
here alive. Everything must be completely…"
    Slavik yanked out his sidearm
and shot him in the center of his forehead before he finished. He bent down and
lugged his body across his shoulders.
    He and Bloodshoe avoided each other’s
guilty stares while they dumped the last two corpses into the incinerator’s
raging fire.
    Slavik watched Knight's body
disappear in the heat. The flames crackled loud and hot.
    * * *
    Tempest and Baxter sprinted up
two flights of stairs to a ground-level door on the opposite side of the
building from their jeeps. They hurriedly set the explosives from their packs
along the top of the stairwell and mounted a remote receiving unit along the
wall.
    Tempest pressed a button in
Baxter's backpack, and a light near the top of the remote cast a faint green
glow through the darkened hall.
    "Five minutes,"
Tempest whispered to him. "Should at least give us a chance to get
out."
    Bloodshoe nodded in acknowledgment.
Their eyes locked briefly as they conveyed silent farewells in the darkness
outside the building. Each wordlessly wished the other well.
    Baxter turned around silently
while Tempest activated the final switch that would send arming instructions to
the explosives. In less than five minutes, the compound would be gone.
    They shook hands while sirens
wailed in the distance then separated to escape to the fates awaiting them in
the night.
    * * *
    Slavik ran from the incinerator
room along the ground floor to the rear of the building. He threw a chair
through a large window and dove into a darkened alley leading away from the
facility. He knew the explosives set by his men would soon ignite.
    Sounds of sirens, vehicles, and
soldiers’ voices rushed from the distance. Slavik hoped they would arrive in
time for the blast. He leapt to his feet and tossed his backpack containing his
own explosive supply back into the building. He jabbed his weapon into its
holster and sprinted for the protection of the night.
    He had only run three steps when
something grabbed at his foot. Intense pain surged through his entire lower
body knocking him face first into the dirt. He looked back in horror