Behind Enemy Lines: Colombia Page #2

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and watch your back.

- I'll see you at happy hour.

- The only easy day...

- Was yesterday!

- Was yesterday!

- Green light. Green light.

- Give it some!

Prepare to release.

Now!

Stingray Alpha, rally point Bravo.

Careful with these vid packs.

Had to sign for these babies.

Vid on.

Weapons hot.

Commander, Stingray insertion is green,

en route to target.

Let me know

when you have visual.

Yes, sir.

Hi, Commander.

Like what we did with the place?

Used to be a radio station.

Works for me.

Nicole Jennings, U.S. Embassy liaison.

Visuals coming up now, sir.

Your boys better stay invisible.

The Colombian government

catches wind of

this unauthorized operation on their soil,

and you will devastate

our anti-drug relations.

CIA pulled up a name, Carlos Rivera.

But they think he's been bought

by the FARC.

He set up the factory bombings in Bogota.

And he's got a handler,

codename Apotequil.

Nothing blowing.

Switching to spectra.

Got something.

About 10 meters out, 1 o'clock.

Looks like they're paranoid. Stay alert.

Magnetic AT-12 mine, Cuban-made.

It's old.

Do the job.

They're not messing around.

Rendered it inop. Repeat. Repeat.

Inop.

Stingray's in the objective perimeter, sir.

Looks like we're losing the satellite, sir.

Get it back.

Working on it, sir.

Trying to get another bird.

Find someone with another sat.

Turn starboard.

We're ghosts here, boys,

spirits of this jungle. You copy?

This is it. I want overwatch in five.

I'm on it.

Spectra is on and recording.

All right. We eyeball

what they got in their cookie jar,

we catch it on tape, make it back

in time for two-for-one beers, on me.

Stingray Delta. Ready to move.

How's the neighborhood?

Quiet streets, good schools,

no nosey neighbors.

Switching to EM.

Clear on cams, no infrared trip-lines,

no motion sensors.

Going to thermal.

We've got 25 sparks inside,

fairly clustered.

All the guards have two-ways,

RF short range.

Copy that.

- Door is open.

- Alpha advancing.

See you around the punch bowl, boys.

Stingray Echo, hold your position.

Bogey in truck.

Stingray Echo, watch your six,

you don't wanna get splashed.

He's wearing Colombian Army fatigues.

The Colombians are compromised.

Let's go.

Tango-niner, I'm looking at MREs.

Great for waging war on your stomach.

Nothing suspicious.

Affirmative. FARC soldier at Tango-one.

Something feels off about all this.

Delta, what's the count?

Twenty-five spark hits. Fairly clustered.

Taking a look. Wait, one sec.

Looks like we got big fish.

Some kind of peace conference

between FARC and the Colombian Army.

Looks like we just walked

into the history books, boys.

Tango-six, fuel depot.

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