Split Focus Part 3

"Just the two of us, then?" Rip Cord asked.

"Yeah, we have to keep this small, and easily deniable, not that you
boys're gonna get captured, right." Hawk said.

"Right." Rip Cord said.

"It's pretty simple: get in, get the stuff, and get out." Hawk slid
two manila envelopes over to Rip Cord and Low-Light.

"What's the stuff?" Low-Light asked.

"A prototype digital device, the particulars are over my head. It was
stolen from a secure government facility eight weeks ago. This is the
first we've heard of it since." Hawk said.

"How did we find it?" Rip Cord asked.

"Enquiries made into the validity of the device were made, and we
managed to track the origins of those enquiries to this base." Hawk
brought up on screen an aerial view of a jungle. Near the edge of the
enlarged photo was a river, and next to it a clearing. Inside the
clearing were several buildings surrounded by a fence on the sides not
facing the river.

"It's located twelve klicks from the ocean. Low-Light, you'll insert
using a SHARC, keeping to the deepest part of the river as you travel
inland. When you are close enough, travel over land to a sniping
position with the best coverage of the base and the river." Hawk said.

"Yes, sir." Low-Light said. He picked up his envelope and started to
look through the included photographs.

"Rip Cord you'll perform a HALO jump, landing in the water several
klicks upriver. From there you'll make your way to the base and,
covered by Low-Light, retrieve the device, and make your way out of
there with it." Hawk said.

"Well, it sounds simple enough. Is Cobra suspected to be involved?"
Rip Cord asked.

"Right now these guys are an independent terrorist group, possibly
with ties to rebels in the country. No connection to Cobra. Although
the break-in is still under investigation." Hawk said.

Low-Light exchanged a glance with Rip Cord. He could see the
anticipation on the other soldier's face and he thought it probably
mirrored his own. It'd been too long. Despite daily training routines
and drills, he felt soft, like he was losing his edge. The tension
between him and his girlfriend was starting to get to him. You saw too
much of someone too regularly and you started to notice the cracks, he
thought. This would give them both some perspective on the
relationship. Not that he'd be doing much thinking while out there.

"I guess that's it. When do we leave?" Low-Light asked.

"Immediately."

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