Clear and present danger - Tom Clancy [276]
The storm lasted all afternoon, dropping several inches of rain. Lightning touched down within a hundred yards of the sergeants, an experience new to both and as frightening as an artillery barrage, with its sudden burst of light and noise. After that it was just wet, cold, and miserable as the temperature dropped into the upper fifties.
"Ding, look left front," Guerra whispered urgently.
"Oh, fuck!" Chavez didn't have to ask aloud how they'd gotten this close. With their hearing still affected by the thunder, and the whole mountain sodden, there were two men, not two hundred meters away.
"Six, this is Point, we got a pair of gomers two hundred meters southeast of us," Guerra reported to his captain. "Stand by. Over."
"Roger, standing by," Ramirez answered. "Be cool, Paco."
Guerra keyed his transmit switch by way of reply.
Chavez moved very slowly, bringing his weapon closer to a firing position, making sure the safety was on but leaving his thumb on the lever. He knew that they were the nearest thing to invisible, well concealed in ground cover and sapling trees. Each man had his war paint on, and even from fifty feet away they would look like part of the environment. They had to keep still, since the human eye is very effective at detecting movement, but as long as they did, they were invisible. This was a very practical demonstration of why the Army trained people to be disciplined. Both sergeants wished they had their camouflage fatigues, but it was a little late to worry about that, and the khaki cloth was brown with rain and mud anyway. By unspoken agreement, each man watched a discrete sector so that they wouldn't have to turn their heads very much. They knew that they could speak if they did so in whispers, but they would do so only for really important information.
"I hear something behind us," Chavez said ten minutes later.
"Better look," Guerra answered.
Ding had to take his time, over thirty seconds to rotate his body and head.
"Uh-oh." There were several men putting bedrolls down on the ground. "Stayin' for the night."
It was clear what had happened. The people they'd been watching had continued their patrol routine and ended up straddling the observation post with their night camp. They could now see or hear over twenty men.
"This is gonna be a fun night," Guerra whispered.
"Yeah, and I gotta take a leak, too." It was a feeble attempt at a joke. Ding looked up at the sky. The rainfall was down to sprinkles now, but the clouds were just as thick. It would be dark a little early, maybe in two hours.
The enemy was spread out in three groups, which wasn't entirely stupid, but each group built fires for cooking, which was. They were also noisy, talking as though they were sitting down for a meal in some village cantina. That was good news for Chavez and Guerra. It allowed them to use their radio again.
"Six, this is Point, over."
"Six here."
"Six, uh…" Chavez hesitated. "The bad guys have set up their camp all around us. They don't know we're here."
"Tell me what you want to do."
"Nothin' right now. I think maybe we can walk on out when it gets dark. We'll let you know when."
"Roger. Out."
"Walk on out?" Guerra whispered.
"No sense gettin' him all worried, Paco."
"Hey, 'mano, I'm fucking worried."
"Bein' worried don't help."
There were still no answers. Ryan left his office after what appeared to have been a normal day's work of catching up on correspondence and reports. Not much work had actually been accomplished, however. There were too many distractions that simply hadn't gone away.
He told his driver to head for Bethesda. He hadn't called ahead, but going there would not seem to be too much out of the ordinary.