Chosen Prey
“They were in the surveillance room. Dare braced his hands on a portion of the wide polished wood that ran the length of the room, curved, and extended from another wall. A few padded chairs were positioned in front of monitors. Nick sat in one of the chairs, his fingers tapping on a keyboard as he and Dare both stared at a screen. A grid moved in various angles across the screen. Dare pointed to a spot on the digital map. "There. We could take out the guards and cut through the fence." "The guards are armed better than the Mexican Mafia." Nick tapped the keyboard and this time a clearer picture of the compound came up. He zoomed in close enough that he saw guards bearing weaponry so powerful it was illegal in civilian hands. "AK-47s and M249s." Nick pointed to the screen. "Two ten-foot-high chain-link fences," he said, and Dare ground his teeth at the sight of the double fencing surrounding the compound. Nick continued, "Looks like five-foot-wide rolls of razor wire from the inside to... the outside fence." Dare's shoulders vibrated with the force of his anger.MoreLess
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