“Comment vas-tu? Que se passe-t-il?” asked a cheery voice.
* * * *
Pauly laid the map that Cam had drawn for him on the table in front of Richard Deems and a crew of seven other agents he had assembled.
“Cam said there is a gully and two trees here that the Wrangler barely fits though. I doubt our patrol cars could do it.”
Everyone nodded or mumbled their agreement.
“And there are sensors that ring a buzzer back at the compound that alerts them when someone’s on the property.”
Borden assessed it. “We’ll have to go in on foot and avoid those trees.”
“There’s a green stake among the bushes about a half to three-quarters of a mile from there. Cam said you don’t want to go past that on the road.” He explained all Cam had described; everything Cam had told him about the trap.
“Yup,” one of the men commented, “that’s Navy Seal shit.” All the others were wide-eyed.