Scott hung up the phone with a huge grin on his face. “I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw a pattern of barely discernible variations in the lighting on the tape. My guess is that there is a window to the outside somewhere in that room. I wanted Gooey to confirm the timing and the pattern-two flashes every twelve seconds. Out at the end of the port facility stands Molo di Tramontana-a lighthouse, still operational. I want our surveillance teams to confirm this, but I’m pretty sure there is only one building-Port 2-that has a direct line of sight to the lighthouse.”
He paused to let the information sink in. Then he added, “Looks like we’ve got us a target!”
Chapter 30
Wednesday, January 21
Barletta, Italy
Three ghostly white figures floated on the screen. One appeared to be lying down, and the other two stood slightly behind the first. All were completely unaware of the radar bouncing off their bodies. This rapid, ultrawideband pulsation resonated from an impulse synthetic aperture radar that, like a real-life version of the fictional form of thermal imaging typically shown on television and in the movies, actually allowed one to receive images through walls. This was Ted Hummel’s first time employing the system in the field, and he was having way too much fun operating it.
“Tech One,” he said into his comm system. For this action, Hummel had been designated as Tech One, and Khadi, who was working with him in the back of the surveillance van, was Tech Two.
“Alpha One, go ahead, Tech One,” came Hicks’s whispered response.
“Confirm Riley behind window seven; two hajjis guarding-I believe beyond a door due to fainter signal. Recommend window five as entry point-four hajjis prone, probably sleeping.”
Hummel and Khadi had spent the last fifteen minutes radiating the northern wall of the Port 2 building-the wall receiving the systematic flash of light from the lighthouse. They had spotted three rooms that were occupied but only one room had the signature they were looking for: single occupant with guards.
“Confirm Riley seven; entry five,” Hicks repeated.
With the predawn darkness and their head-to-toe blackness, Hicks and Alpha Team were virtually invisible as they approached the south entrance to the warehouse. They stepped over the body of the guard Hicks had taken out with a laser-aimed, sound-suppressed shot from his M4.
Meanwhile, Delta Team, led by Jay Kruse, was positioning at an entrance on the east side of the building. When both four-man teams were in place, Hicks gave the go-ahead for Sniper Team to move under window seven. Scott Ross, Skeeter Dawkins, and Carlos Guitiérrez ran across the asphalt and ducked under the closed window.
“Sniper in position,” Scott reported.
“Okay, let’s roll it out,” Hicks said. “Tech.”
“Check.”
“Delta.”
“Check.”
“Sniper.”
“Check.”
“Boomer.”
“Check,” answered demolitions man Matt Logan.
“Okay, on my go… three, two, one, GO!”
Alpha Team
Gilly Posada fired his Remington 870 Modular Combat shotgun at the hinges of the solid-core door, and Kim Li followed up with a crash from his ram. The door toppled inward. Hicks and Steve Kasay each tossed in a flashbang grenade, then pressed themselves against the outer wall.
BANG!
Immediately following the blast, the four men stack-rushed into the room-Hicks taking point, Li left, Posada right, and Kasay watching behind. A couple of three-round bursts from Hicks neutralized two of the occupants of the room, and a blast from Posada’s 870 dropped the third and fourth in rapid succession.
Delta Team
Chris Johnson’s shotgun and Brad Musselman’s ram provided Delta Team with an entrance on the east side of the building. However, when the team followed the flashbangs, they found the entry area empty. Suddenly gunfire burst through a wooden door on the left side of the room and Musselman spun to the ground. Kyle Arsdale impulsively launched a 40 mm grenade into the room. Then, realizing what he had done, he yelled, “Grenade!” The three men dropped to the floor just before they were showered with debris from the Sheetrock walls. When they stood back up, they looked like negatives of themselves-the drywall dust changing their all-black to all-white.
“Arsdale, stay here with Musselman! Johnson, you come with me!”
Arsdale dropped next to Musselman and began to apply pressure to his chest to try to stop the bleeding. Kruse and Johnson maneuvered into the next room.
Sniper Team
As soon as he heard “go,” Skeeter shattered the glass out of the window. While Scott covered his left side and Guitiérrez his right, Skeeter positioned his weapon through the metal bars that had been rusted by years of exposure to the damp salt air. Sure enough, within five seconds, the door burst open and two armed guards came running in. Each man received three rounds in the chest.
As he kept the rifle aimed at the door, Skeeter called out, “Riley? Riley, you in there?”
A raspy voice answered, “Skeet? Is that you?”
“Yes, sir! We comin’ to get ya! Where you at?”
“Your left.”
Another man ran into the room. He made it two steps before he joined his friends.
“Can you move?”
“No-” A deep cough erupted from the corner where Riley lay. “I’m cuffed to a ring in the floor.”
“Well, cover yourself up with something. We got a surprise comin’!” Then, without taking his eyes off the door, he called out, “Scott! Tell ’em to send it in!”
“You got it, Skeet! Tech, send it in! Send it in!”
“Copy!” came Khadi’s voice.
There was silence for about ten seconds-the only sounds coming from Sniper Team’s breathing and the gunfire on the other side of the building. Then came the growl of an accelerating vehicle, faint at first but growing louder.
With its lights out, the vehicle was hard to see. Anyone who did get a good look at it would have noticed one curious characteristic about this speeding Iveco Daily cargo van: it had no driver.
Tech Team
While Khadi lay prone with her sniper rifle aimed at the roof of Port 2, Hummel stood next to her, doing his best to keep the cargo van under control. He had estimated that the van would have enough distance to reach 60 mph-a perfect speed if his aim was true and the hastily constructed radio-control device held up. However, it would be a horrifying speed for Sniper Team if the van happened to veer right just thirty feet.
He lined it up according to his coordinates. So far, so good. Abruptly he smelled smoke. Not the comforting smell of wood-fire smoke rising through a chimney and saturating the frosty air of a cold winter’s morning. This was the kind of electronic smoke that you smell in your kitchen telling you that in seconds you’re going to be mixing the rest of the cake batter by hand.
Hummel’s heart sank to his feet.
Alpha Team
Hicks’s team eased their way through the front rooms of the building, firing their guns at anything that moved. Kasay was limping from a wound to his right thigh, and Hicks was bleeding from where a bullet had creased his left cheek above the jawline.
Alpha Team’s goal was not to move through the building, nor was it to find Riley. Their mission, along with Delta Team, was to create noise and draw as many bad guys to them as possible. The more who came their way, the fewer the rescue team would have to deal with. So they slowly moved forward, never getting too far away from the front door and their escape.