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minutes after you tell me the gas is on the way. Then if we have to, we’ll use the EAR.”
    He looked around. All of the SEALs were there except Lam. “Bravo Squad men with the EAR, give them to Alpha. Your play, DeWitt.”
    DeWitt had parceled out the canisters to four of his squad. Each man had fifteen in a box. They moved out just as Lam came in from his recon.
    â€œPlace is wrapped up tight as a fourteen-year-old wannabe. Saw the section for climbing. Looks reasonable with no visual from the windows. Parking lot behind the building shows some activity. Like the rear door could be open from time to time. Might be good to watch it with three men for possible entry. That’s about it, Cap.”
    â€œLam, pick two men and cover the door. Take flashbangs and grenades, but use the fraggers judiciously. Could be over a hundred friendlies inside. Let us know on the Motorola if you get inside. Go.”
    Murdock looked at the rest of his squad. He carried his Bull Pup and an MP-5 over his back. He gave a case of twenty tear-gas canisters to Ronson and they moved out. They had no machine guns or long-range sniper rifles.
    Murdock hesitated at the last cover before they would be in the open. He wanted the tear gas to get inside before he moved. He held up his hand and the men stopped.
    Two minutes later he had word on his radio.
    â€œMurdock, that’s forty of the canisters into the intake pipe. Sucked the stuff away in an instant.”
    â€œGood. Hold there for another dose.”
    Murdock nodded at Jaybird, who led the way around the corner of the building. They walked down the sidewalk as if they belonged there, about ten feet apart. Then all at once they dropped behind the stone wall and had the entire l50-foot frontage of the communications building covered.
    Murdock edged up and looked over the top of the wall. No activity at the front door. The windows were all covered with blinds. He studied the windows again. They were a newer kind, not the old double-hung or casement. He figured they would extend up about six feet off the floor inside.
    â€œOkay, we’re in position if anyone runs out the front door gagging on the gas. The gas has been circulating through the air-conditioning system for . . . four minutes. We’ll give it another three.”
    Somewhere ahead he heard a screeching as a window opened.
    â€œWho spots that window?” Murdock asked.
    â€œI’ve got it,” Bradford said.
    â€œClosest man to it with an EAR put a shot through that open window. Who has it?”
    â€œGot the sucker,” Ron Holt said. They heard the familiar whoosh of the enhanced beam of sound as it shot out, darted through the window, compressed, and thundered into an explosive-type sound with high-stress wavelengths.
    â€œOne EAR blast inside,” Holt said.
    They waited.
    â€œWe’re inside,” Lam said on the Motorola. “Took out two dudes in civvies and with non-military hardware. They are down and wasted. We’re in some back rooms. Orders?”
    â€œCan you smell any tear gas?” Murdock asked.
    â€œNegative. In a small room—storage, incoming shipments, that sort of thing.”
    â€œStay put for now. Capture anyone who comes in. See if you can look out the door without giving yourself away. Let me know if you smell the gas.”
    Another window opened along the front. Ching was closest with an EAR. He put a round through the opening.
    They waited.
    â€œThe gas isn’t doing it,” Murdock said into the mike. “How many Bravo Squad at the trucks?”
    Paul Jefferson, Engineman Second Class, came on the set. “Three of us, Cap,” Jefferson said.
    â€œMove out and meet DeWitt at the back door. Wait for him there.”
    â€œThat’s a Roger.”
    â€œEd, dump the rest of your tear gas, then get to the back door unseen. Move in with Lam and begin to clear rooms. We’ll be working the front