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we know which silo holds the nuke?”
    “The satellite narrowed it down to area, but it could be any of four silos to the west of the facility.”
    “I’m getting a schematic of the compound,” Eagle cut in. “All the silos were sealed and buried. You can’t get in from the surface. You’re going to have to use the access tunnel from the LCC to get to the right one.”
    “Find out which is the right one ASAP,” Nada said. “Clock’s ticking.”

    Moms and the rest of the team were passing through ten thousand feet, circling beneath their canopies. Doc was just above her, with Mac close by to make sure the team’s scientific expert didn’t do something stupid like “cut away” his main. Doc never liked jumping, but his desire to be on the Nightstalkers outweighed his fear of parachuting out of a perfectly good airplane.
    Above Doc and Mac was Kirk, the team’s communication expert. He was also the latest addition to the team, joining them just in time for the “Fun in North Carolina” that had gone down six weeks ago. He was a lean, taut-muscled man whose mainclaim to fame prior to joining the team was that he’d successfully changed his scorecards in Ranger School in order to pass. His right earpiece crackled with an incoming message. He quickly let go of his toggles for a moment and tapped in the code on his wrist transmitter to open the secure link to Moms.
    “The silo you want is number seven,” a voice with a Russian accent informed Moms over the radio. Ms. Jones was the voice from which all information flowed to the team. And all orders.
    “The first responders only formed a far outer perimeter, unaware of what the incident is,” Ms. Jones continued. “My data says there are only two people in the vicinity. They are not of consequence. However, we cannot rule out that there is terrorist activity.”
    “Roland will be down in a few seconds,” Moms replied. She took a quick glance up, counting chutes.
    And above the team, keeping a careful eye on all of them like a good shepherd, was Nada, the team sergeant.

    Two hundred feet above the target, Roland grabbed air with his chute, slowing his descent. He touched down on top of the LCC with a slight puff of dirt. He unbuckled from his parachute harness and readied the M249, even though this most likely was not a shooting op. One could always hope though, and Roland fantasized a wave of terrorists rushing out of the LCC.
    He was rarely that lucky.
    He ran down the side of the bunker and around to the front door. He glanced into the beat-up pickup as he went by, but therewas nothing of interest. Roland tried the handle on the heavy steel door, but it wouldn’t budge.
    He lifted the M249 and pounded on the door with the stock.

    Eight stories down, Clarence and Peggy Sue snapped about and stared upward as the thuds on the door echoed down to them.
    “This is
my
damn home,” Clarence said, heading for the weapons rack.
    They had no running water but they did have a dozen assorted weapons. Clarence snatched an AR-15 off the rack and slammed home a magazine, pulling back the charging handle and letting it slide forward.
    “Fill your hands, woman!” he barked at Peggy Sue.
    She grabbed a pump-action shotgun and resignedly ratcheted a round into the chamber.

    “Nine minutes,” Eagle informed them from his overwatch position, hovering five hundred feet above the LCC.
    “The door’s locked,” Roland said. “Want me to shoot it off?”
    “Negative,” Moms said. “Mac will blow it. We’ll be there in twenty seconds. Any sign of foul play?”
    “Negative.” Roland lowered the machine gun with a sigh, which echoed inside his hazmat hood, and scanned the immediate area, hoping something would pop up that he could shoot.
    The team touched down right in front of the bunker, all landing lightly.
    Except for Doc, who made a sack of potatoes look graceful as he crumpled onto the ground. As he scrambled to his feet and out of his harness, he checked to