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and the house, and
a further two guards at the doors. He ignored the patrols to on
either side of his position despite their proximity; his team
members would take care of them. He was only interested in the
patrols in front of him and the guards at the entrance. He checked
his watch, eager to begin the assault, and then slipped down from
the tree. The last seconds ticked by and Harris reached for a
grenade on his utility belt.
    “. . .two, one.”
    Harris counted down the last
seconds and pulled the pin on the grenade. He reached back and
threw it towards the nearest of his targeted patrols. The guards
barely had time to register the dull thud of the grenade landing
behind them before it exploded and their bodies were thrown into
the air to land in crumpled heaps some feet away. Harris launched
himself from cover and sprinted towards the house, firing as he
ran.
    His hail of bullets tore into
the second patrol before they could fully react and their bodies
jerked spasmodically with each impact. Explosions and gunfire could
be heard all around him as the rest of his team joined the action.
Harris leapt to the ground, narrowly avoiding a barrage of fire
that tore through the air where he had stood only seconds before.
He rolled and brought his weapon up and emptied the rest of the
magazine into the last of his targeted patrols.
    Harris knelt to reload and
looked around, easily changing the magazine with practised
movements. To the east he could see Tyrone Johnson and his team
running in relays of two as they covered each other on their
approach to the house. John Kelly and his team had taken the main
gate and were already removing the bodies of the guards and opening
the gates to let Jenkins and the rest of the trucks into the
estate.
    Harris glanced at his watch and
then sprinted to the left side of the house. 3:05. Not bad, he
thought. Ahead of schedule.
    Harris plucked a second grenade
from his belt, threw it at the main doors, and dove for cover. The
explosion ripped the main doors from their hinges and sent a deadly
hail of splinters into the faces of the guards who had fired at
him.
    “How goes it?” a voice asked
from behind a tree to his left.
    Harris” heart lurched in his
chest. “Shit!” He snapped his face sideways and saw Johnson. “You
scared the crap out of me.”
    Tyrone Johnson grinned, and then
let loose a long burst into a group of three guards who had
suddenly appeared around the corner and were sent scrambling into
the house as the bullets crashed into the stone pillars and sent
shrapnel everywhere.
    “Three round bursts,” Harris
reminded him with a glare. “You’ll end up with an empty magazine at
the worst time if you keep that up.”
    “Yes, mother,” Johnson smirked
as he sent another long burst towards the guards. “Oops,” he
grinned.
    “Cover me!” Harris snapped at
him as he rushed from cover. He ran up to the main doors and threw
another grenade into the hall. Harris threw himself behind one of
the pillars as the grenade exploded and sent dust and plaster
flying through the doorway. A window behind him shattered with the
force and sent wood and glass shrapnel surging outward. Harris was
thrown to the ground and he felt numerous pinpricks of pain as
small shards cut through his clothes and lacerated his flesh. None
were deep but Harris cursed himself for his stupidity.
    “I might be a little heavy on
the trigger but at least I don’t almost blow myself up,” Johnson
grinned as he drew level.
    “Bastard,” Harris grinned as he
accepted Johnson’s hand and pulled himself to his feet. He checked
the tears in his clothes but couldn’t see any major bleeding.
“Right, Now for the difficult part,” Harris said. The two men rose,
checked their magazines, and eased into the smoke.
    Harris rolled to the floor as
bullets ripped through the air above him. They seemed to come from
everywhere at once and the noise was deafening in the hallway of
the house. He returned fire blindly and