anything. I’ll have two squads and a couple of Apaches within quick response time to back you up if the shit hits the fan. These guys may be heavily armed. They haven’t done anything wrong, but Steve got some bad vibes when they met on the highway.”
“I’ll get the men on the road by 1400 and we should be there by 1600. We’ll wait until dark to infiltrate the area. We’ll take some of Bob’s Seals and their electronics just in case these are DHS. Thanks, we needed to get out in the field. I’ll report back in the morning unless there is something you need to hear later tonight.”
***
Scott set up camp about two miles south of the 84/23 intersection and posted several guards as usual. The men ate and rested for a few hours, then put on their camouflage paint and night vision gear. Bob’s men fired up their electronic snooping devices and detectors and got ready to lead the way to the settlement. They split into two groups with eight men per team.
Scott’s team slowly moved to highway 84 about 200 yards east of the road to the settlement when they were told to halt. The Seal showed Scott a screen that had some red lines on it.
“Sir, those are invisible detection beams for their early warning system. This is better than off the shelf stuff, but not military grade. You should watch for trip wires and sound detectors also. We need to go silent.”
Scott instructed the men and they began using their most stealthy protocol, which brought them down to a crawl. It took them several hours to get close to the small town in the woods. They found several trip wires and another set of detectors at 100 yards from the fence around the settlement. The fence was six feet high and had razor ribbon on top with a ten foot wide strip of sand all around the entire settlement. The settlement was much larger than expected and was about a square mile in size. There were dozens of large pole barns, a church and a small schoolhouse with a playground. The land north of the settlement was mainly farmland with some pastures for cattle. Scott saw several large fields covered in small fruit trees and three manmade lakes.
Scott’s team saw three roving guards walking the fence line and two manning a small guard shack at the front gate. They placed video and listening devices and then made the slow trip back to their camp.
When they arrived back at their camp, the two teams compared their observations. There were over two dozen men on guard duty and they appeared to be very professional, but not quite military. They were all armed with M4s and Berretta 9mm pistols. There was a guard tower at each corner with an M60 and at least one guard. There were dozens of farm tractors, combines and other implements along with a motor pool of light and heavy trucks. This large operation was clean and orderly and didn’t look like any small town that Scott or his men had ever encountered. It looked more like a military outpost.
Scott briefed his men, “We will camp here for a few days and check out the area. I’m going to change into my street clothes, go into Grove Hill and sniff around town. My cover will be that I work for Steve and I want to follow up on his visit. Imelda will go with me and take notes.”
“Damn, now I get demoted to your secretary. What's next, I gotta shine your shoes?”
“One of these days, I’ll have to beat some military discipline into that hard head of yours. These Seals are going to tell Bob that we are a bunch of clowns.”
The closest Seal spoke up, “We already knew y’all are a bunch of clowns, sir.”
“Imelda, see that was respect. He ended his insult with sir! Now get your ass in gear.”
***
“Hello Bo, how is your family doing these days? We had some visitors from the ISA yesterday and they were very friendly. They didn’t have time to stop in and have lunch with us, but I expect them back any day. They asked if we needed any help and we told them we don’t.”
“I’m