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back and swept round to the
right along the harbour front, searching for the 4x4s and power boats
that he knew were coming.
    “You in position, Flint?” said the gruff Yorkshire accent in his
ear.
“In position - all systems synchronised and itching to go,
Gordie.” Flint said smiling, picturing the small wiry man who had
the fiercest looking crop of red hair he’d ever seen. He shifted his
weight, sighting on a distant skyscraper and a rooftop position that he
knew Gordie had secured for himself. He raised a thumbs-up, and he
returned the signal. “Is Jacko synchronised?”
Jacko only spoke over his comm-link when he had to. From his
position on board a motor launch belonging to the Argentine Navy,
which was conveniently moored directly opposite the Ministry of
Defence building, his reply was self-evident as he stuck up two fingers
in the V sign. Flint’s comment was a derisory blow below the belt.
Flint moved his own sniper sight back to focus on the Ministry
of Defence building. Jacko was there, all in black, ready and steady.
He had opted for the most dangerous position out of the three, on
the water itself, and despite being well concealed Flint still shivered
involuntarily. But then, he thought, Jacko was a wild fucker, untamed.
Some said he was mentally unstable; Flint decided that you had to be
to do the job and that Jacko probably was more than most.
“Game on, boys.”
The words came from the ground support soldiers, Argentinean
Anti-Terrorist Special Forces led by a swarthy captain named
Santiago, who were waiting in the wings as the scene unfolded. They
were monitoring the suspected terrorist vehicles from vantage points
around the Puerto Madero area. The Scorpion 3 Unit was positioned
as sniper support.
“Three target vehicles on route: Range Rovers, three occupants.
ETA zero three minutes. Over.”
Flint waited. Every few seconds he glanced at the army issue
chrono watch strapped to his wrist.
* * *
    Jacko spent the limited time going through his drill, checking his
weapon, scope focus, Matrix G8 synchronisation. “Fucking heat,” he
muttered as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead, and shifted
his weight slightly to ease the cramping in his muscles. The boat was
gently rocking with the swell from a passing craft, this meant that he
would have to rely on his expertise and experience when aiming.
    Gordie swept the area with his scope. Through the audio link
he was listening intently to the ground soldiers tailing the suspect
vehicles.
    The tip-off had come from an extremely reliable source: an ex
CIA agent turned international techno-weapons dealer who was in the
process of negotiating his way out of a firing squad for crimes against
the Argentine regime. He had given them masses of information
about terrorist funding activity in South America - he had contacts all
over the planet and was well positioned to know about such things. So
far everything had checked out fine and the Argentine Government
was feeling confident about the outcome of this latest outrage. Eight
terrorists of South American origin had taken over the building and
taken hostage a senior computer systems analyst and his personal
staff of four assistants who had been working for the Argentine
Government on a top secret project. They appeared to have got
hold of a full set of blueprint plans of the entire building and, had
known exactly where and when to plant the bombs for maximum
damage. At least one hundred people had been instantly killed by the
first explosion which had torn out three entire floors and another
seventy when the second and third charges had detonated, taking out
another three floors and completely destroying them. Shortly after the
explosions, the terrorist leader had come on-line and had made his
demand. Three Range Rovers to be left outside of the main entrance
to the building, each to be loaded with twenty-million US dollars
in gold bullion. There was to be