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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4274836" data-attributes="member: 3285">Last One Out: Part 3 – The Processing PlantThe processing plant was in a thick jungle, safely concealed from spy planes that might fly overhead.  Although a road connected the plan to civilization, almost all travel to the plant was by helicopter.  The nearest village was a three-day hike away.  “What have we got?” asked Hammer.Caprice kept his gaze leveled at the guards walking the perimeter, green ghosts through his night vision goggles. They were all dressed in ghillie suits with sniper rifles. “Two guards watch the front gate around the clock.  Each has binoculars and a walkie-talkie. At random times during the day, two guards take a Jeep around the inside perimeter of the fence.  It takes about ten minutes for the Jeep to make one complete circuit around the perimeter.”Guppy tapped a few keys on his cistron. The glow illuminated Guppy and Hammer’s faces.  “We believe that this structure here,” a red circle appeared around two round buildings, “is the fuel dump and generator shed.”“Can you take it out, Hot Pants?” asked Hammer.Caprice flipped up his goggles.  He’d gotten used to Hammer calling him his new nickname. “I just have to get over the thirty-foot fence, sneak by the guard tower, not be seen by any guards on the grounds, rig the explosives, and then get back out. Piece of cake.”“Right,” said Hammer.  “So you’re going to take out the top guard tower here,” he tapped on the cistron to identify the far corner tower.  “Guppy and I are going to take the guards out on this tower here.” Hammer tapped the closest tower on the map.  “We will then enter through the fence here,” he tapped the fence perimeter.  “Guppy will take over the tower.”“This is the boss’ headquarters, Miguel Montoya.” Guppy tapped a small building. “We think Wells is here.”“Right.” Hammer stood up. He looked at his cistron and watched it count down the Jeep’s ETA.  It beeped softly in his ear.  “GO!”Hammer and Guppy took aim with their silenced sniper rifles at the guards on the nearest tower.  The muffled sound of the rifles retort and the sudden collapse of the two guards in the tower was the only evidence of their attack.Hammer and Guppy padded up to the fence, the tail lights of the Jeep receding in the distance.  Guppy expertly plied his pliers on the fence, cutting enough of it to open a man-sized hole.  Hammer, wearing thick gloves, peeled it back just far enough to fit Guppy through.  Then he yanked it back into place.Guppy climbed the tower as Hammer drew his two Glocks, back against the wall.  He peered inside the window.The area was filled with tubs, chemicals, and other equipment required for making the drug.  With the exception of knives and machetes used during drug production, the workers were unarmed.Hammer sidestepped his way over to the office.The office had a small, decently furnished bedroom, kitchen, dining area, and office.  A HAM radio sat on a batter desk, along with a satellite phone.  Hammer could make out Wells, strapped to a chair and moaning.  Montoya was talking to him. Two guards stood near the entrance.Hammer kicked the door open and fired his silenced pistols at point blank range into the guts of each guard.  They crumpled to the ground. Montoya whirled and then dove sideways.  Hammer heard the click of a weapon being reloaded.He ducked just in time as machinegun fire peppered the doorway.“Now!” said Hammer into his mic.An explosion rocked the facility, starkly illuminating the camp.  Then the lights went out. Montoya flinched.  That was all Hammer needed.  He rolled and came up firing, plugging two shots into Montoya’s chest.An alarm sounded.  “Who are you?” gasped Wells.“I’m with the U.S. government.” Hammer untied him.  “I’m here to rescue you.”Wells rubbed his wrists.  “Just you?”“More or less,” said Hammer.  He placed the pull ring on a canister in his mouth, pulled it, and threw it through the doorway.  Smoke billowed in front of the office.They made their way to the door.“DOWN!” Hammer suddenly yanked Wells back from the doorway as a heavy machinegun fire peppered the doorway, piercing the flimsy walls.  “I hope you have backup,” said Wells.“Me too,” said Hammer.  “Backup!” he shouted into his microphone.</blockquote>

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