Karolina moves up to the southward bend in the corridor and pauses for a half-second. James slaps a flash-bang into her hand. She yanks the pin and rolls the canister around the corner, hunching away in anticipation of the blast.
She's around the corner before the echoes stop reverberating. It's more of the same: concrete corridor, flaking pale green paint, shimmer of glass falling from the fluorescent fixture that was directly over the distraction device. No targets present themselves. No gunfire greets her.
The corridor runs south for perhaps eight meters before opening into a wider east-west space that appears to bear out Hannah's architectural theory. Karolina and James take opposite sides of the corridor and move up, covering its mouth at complementary angles.
Karolina stills her breath for a moment, removes the earplug from the ear that doesn't contain her radio earpiece, and cocks her head under her helmet. Faint sounds of breathless conversation and running feet echo from down the basement's spine. She frowns in concentration, points:
west? James listens, nods:
yes.
The pair flows around the corner, making a hard right turn into the wide maintenance corridor. James kneels in cover behind a wheeled tool chest and signals his team leader to move up. Karolina eases forward a few meters and ducks into an alcove webbed with thick iron pipes, avoiding a stagnant puddle of rust-tinged water.
From somewhere ahead comes a heavy metallic banging.
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On the roof, a hiss of garbled dialogue answers Michael's hail. The TACP and medic rise up and rake the face of the opposite building with fire. A desultory burst chases them back into cover but it seems at least one Libya Dawn team has lost momentum.
"
Empire Three, Overlord. There is heavy interference across the spectrum from southwest of the city. The gun truck convoy is splitting up and continuing toward your position. We're assuming control of Nero Flight until you or Nemesis are back on the net."
Reloading, Michael gains the safety of the stairs, closely followed by Caradoc, who slings his FAL across his back and unfolds his MP5-PDW for the entry. The pair moves downward at a hasty pace, closing the gap with the team's lead elements. As Michael passes the downed Libyan bodyguard, a final transmission sounds over his headset:
"
Nero One-Two is visual on triple-A..."
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Hannah puts the Mi-17 in a tight bank as the Tornado exits Tripoli airspace. Looking down past Barbrak, she can see the wake of Leopard Frog's boat heading toward the beach. Leveling out and pointing her nose south, she's "feet dry" in moments. As she approaches the slowly-drifting cloud left by Michael's air strike, she slows and drops altitude to give her crew the best possible vantage point.
Sébastien's tongue and right temple are throbbing in unison but the level of pain bespeaks annoyance rather than actual impairment. As the DGSE agent's gaze flicks out over the surrounding area, a flash of movement catches his eye. The light civilian traffic in the area slowed with the team's initial assault, then halted or hurriedly reversed course to flee when Michael's first bomb made its mark on the neighborhood. Out on the coast road, a G-Wagen - identical to the one formerly inhabited by the Tambolis - and two motorcycles are racing toward the fight at an irresponsibly high speed. Something makes Sébastien drop his eye to the non-magnified thermal imager rather than the variable-power rifle scope. The Mercedes' glass obscures any thermal detail of the vehicle's occupants but both motorcyclists are inhumanly cool, within a few degrees of the predawn coast's ambient temperature. They're about 250 meters out - easy enough from a fixed platform, but the helo's motion and vibration make an immediate shot a waste of ammo.
"
Shit!" Barbrak reports. "
Those assholes -- uh, Tango Three just bailed out of their car and breached the building north of the nice green yard. No shot."
"
Double Down, this is Overlord," breaks in an unfamiliar voice. "
Maintain your heading. Nero is in from the north on a triple-A gun."
Past Barbrak's shoulder, Hannah sees a lean, fast-moving shape stoop from the indigo sky over the Mediterranean. From a cleared area to the southeast, a line of tracer fire reaches up for it...
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Karolina and James push forward in the darkened basement, keenly aware that their quarry is fleeing with all haste. As Karolina leapfrogs forward, her foot brushes a stack of paint cans that lurk just below the horizon of her NODs' field of view. She curses the rattle --
"
Grenade!" shouts James from behind her.
Karolina's foot lashes out blindly at the source of the sound as she throws herself backward. She feels her boot connect, then she's rolling into the cover of another side passage. The frag detonates with a whipcrack sound. From behind her, James cries out in surprise, then: "
Argh. I'm good. NVGs are out. Going to gun thermal."
Michael checks as his radio picks up James' warning and the sound of the grenade blast, then picks up the pace again. "
Dancer, this is Dealer coming up on your six," he warns just before he rounds the corner.
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Aboard the Mi-17, the aircrew watches as the Tornado breaks hard to the west, afterburner flames lighting up the night sky. It's a display guaranteed to attract the eye and sear it with after-images - which means no one sees the Italian's wingman racing in at lower altitude. It's a perfect diversion but his 500lb bomb goes long, detonating near the intersection to the south. The gun truck keeps up its fire as both strike fighters race away.
From Hannah's current position, she doesn't have direct line of sight to the gun truck, but the source of its fire puts it about 700 meters away. Prior experience classifies it as a twin-barreled 23mm, more than enough to turn the Mi-17 into a flaming lawn ornament.
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Miraculously, Choi's NVGs are the only apparent damage from the fragmentation grenade. As the quartet cautiously resumes its westward advance, a metallic
slam and a wash of light from ahead announces that the Tambolis and their bodyguards have found the way out. A thick cloud of dust follows close behind.
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Through the thinning dust cloud from the first bomb, Sébastien sees a service hatch slam open in the alley between the apartment blocks. Moments later, two men and two women emerge from it and move cautiously to the alley's west end.
Ammo expenditures:
Dacovetti -15 rounds
Crewe -lots of rounds
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