The CityCenter Caper

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“It was 0310 hours, 3:10 a.m. civilian time, when the Colonel heard someone beginning to stage a pre-dawn assault on their hideout. He had heard them and god damn it, the sorry-ass excuses for sentries that were stationed in the derelict metal sheds around the missile launch silo, should have damn-well heard them too. Instead of the sounds of scorpions and rattle snakes that he was disturbing, scurrying around in the cool sand of the abandoned shed, over his shoulders and into the pockets of his fatigues, he should be hearing the sounds of the stolen Humvees being started up. After his men finished loading them with the military small arms weapons they had been stashing in some of the larger tin sheds that still had insulation on their inner walls and doors. The men had orders to only start the Humvee’s engines after first checking to ensure that they were muffled down as much as possible, so it was possible that the NCO’s in-charge were just being overly cautious. He imagined that the authority’s SWAT teams would head west on a more-or-less straight line toward the gang’s hideout. A determination of how the authorities had zeroed-in on the location of their hideout would be evaluated and dealt with later. He figured the cops would react as most infantry units would, Plan-A, backed-up by a team or so from the GCB, and the way the colonel’s luck was running, probably one or more FBI HRT teams. However, his team would be following Plan-B, to escape and evade, fleeing due south until they hit Highway 159 and following it until they hit Highway 160. There they would split up, the Green team; in their two-wheel capable vehicles, heading northwest as fast as they could go on the road until they got to Pahrump, Nevada, and Blue team; their four-wheelers would double back and ambush the cop’s Zebra team on its right flank, following which they would break off contact and retreat into the inhospitable badlands of the Red Rock Recreation Area.”

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