“Hey, kids, company’s coming.” Bekka’s voice came over their headsets. She had moved to the roof of the office building to have a wider field of fire since the route was off to one side of their vantage point. This also put her well above the stadium so she wasn’t visible from there.
Kara and Angelique were stashed down an alley near the projected path of travel. They had to have a way to slow the truck or van down prior to the hit, so they dumped a couple batches of roofing nails a block or two up. The time it would take to slow them down, they should be right about parallel to the spot they wanted to shoot from. Each was to dump a mag from the AKs into the side of the vehicle. Kara was the one closer to the stadium. This would let her pivot and dump a second mag if necessary.
“Looks like a 15-Pax van. Can’t tell how many on board. You might have too many and have to abort.”
Kara looked over at Angelique, pointing at her earpiece and shaking her head as she talked to her and not the radio.
“**** that, we’ll stop them, right?”
Angelique just nodded, not sure what to say at the dissension in the ranks.
Kara was back on the radio. “We will bail if we can’t handle it.”
Bekka kept looking at the van as it came into the action zone. She knew Kara probably wouldn’t call off under most circumstances. She was hoping having Angelique with her might temper her some.
The van was cruising down the road, headlights blazing like somebody running down the road to the store. They weren’t driving fast, no evasive actions, still on their proper side of the road. It was coming in fat dumb and slow. Something began to feel wrong in the back of Bekka’s head at the same time Kara starts getting the same vibe.
Bekka begins to sweep all around, looking for the hammer.
“Kids, somethings wrong! They aren’t this dumb!” She was beginning to feel a bit frantic. She was scanning block by block, alley by alley, faster and faster, again and again. Finally, they appeared. Two jeeps were running parallel to the main drag. There were three people in each, heavily armed.
“Kids, pincer, one block offset. Three per. Abort.”
Kara was back on the radio.
“Negative. We can do this. We are going to run a twin, offset uphill, then smack the response.”
“I don’t like it.” Bekka knew she couldn’t stop her, so she had to support as she could. By touch, she prepped her magazines next to her, ready to rain hell down.
Kara looked at Angelique, a snap decision pushing her, from where she did not know.
“If they have more than 2 in the van, let it go. I’m going up this way,” pointing left uphill. “Hit them, then run to where I am. As soon as you fire, the other guys will be racing to get to the van and run right into me. We get two at once. Then we reset to get the third.” She was already collecting her stuff and setting off before Angelique gave her the thumbs up.