WITH THE NVGs guiding them through the dark, they crossed the desert by timing their moves with the guards alternating walks around the perimeter. Jake kept watch while she crawled through the fence then he followed and they jogged silently in the direction of the guard shack. A couple feet away, he signaled her to get flat on the ground. She complied.
Through the goggles, she watched as one of the security guards stepped out of the shack and began to make his rounds. When he disappeared behind the building, Jake pulled the M9 from his hip and moved in stealth-like mode toward the shack. He sidled up alongside the building, staying just underneath the windows, took two steps until he was square in the opened door, and raised the weapon.
Before the guard even got the chance to raise his head from his magazine… Jake fired.
A dart protruded from the weapon and hit the guard center chest. Several seconds passed before the guard’s lanky frame slumped down. Jake quickly moved him out of view. At the same time, he signaled her to run toward the back of the building.
She took flight and hid behind one of the four-wheelers. When she glanced back, Jake was no longer at the shack and disappeared from her sight.
The first security guard reappeared from the other side of the building and made his way back toward the shack. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed his partner was not at his post and automatically reached for his weapon. Before he could, Jake unexpectedly rose up out of the ground where he had been buried in the sand; the M9 raised… a dart hit the guard in the neck.
Jake caught him before he slumped down, lifted him off the ground and returned him to the shack. He grabbed supplies from his side pocket, quickly bound the guards’ wrists with plasti-cuffs, and covered their mouths with duct tape.
The takedown was so methodical and quick, Sydney knew her Father had been doing missions like this for a very long time. She couldn’t help but watch in awe. He signaled her to join him as he entered the garage.
“Now, we move fast. They’ll be out for a while, but no guarantees how long.”
They did a quick search of the garage, checking inside the white box truck. He signaled her to get behind him as he opened the door to the building. When he gave the all clear, they went inside. She followed him as he double-checked the office then they met up at the door to the basketball court-sized room she referred to as the kill house.