spotting scope. Surveying the site, he was blown away by how large the camp was. “It’s fucking huge.”
“Yeah, and we can only see part of it from here.”
Ted continued to examine the camp, sweeping the big glass back and forth. After a few minutes, he looked off in the direction that Mike went. “Dammit, Mike, where the hell are you?”
Ian looked over. “You think something happened to him?”
Ted shook his head. “Nah, not likely. The kid’s scary good, actually, despite his mouth.”
Ted turned back to the spotting scope. A low whistle told him Mike was on his way in. Ted looked at Ian. “Here he comes.”
Mike crawled up from behind, lying beside Ted.
Still looking through the scope, Ted asked, “Well, what’d you find?”
“There’s a little hill about hundred fifty yards over there. The ground in front of it falls off and there is a slash pile on top. Perfect place to make a hide.”
“Sounds good to me. How far is it from the camp?”
“’Bout three hundred meters.”
“That’ll work. Let’s move out,” Ted said as he stuffed the scope back into his pack. “Lead the way, Mikey.”
Mike led them back toward the fence, making a wide loop so that they arrived at the hide spot from the rear. It took most of the night to get the hide set up properly. They had to dig into the pile to maintain cover over them and provide plenty in the front as well. A secondary hide was prepared behind the first for whoever was pulling the security duty.
“The sun’s going to be coming up soon. Who wants the first watch?” Ted asked.
“I haven’t had this kind of fun in a long time. I’ll take it,” Ian said.
“Sounds good to me. I’m tired,” Ted replied.
Ian crawled into the hide and Ted unrolled his sleeping bag beside Ian.
“I’ll go back to the security hide. I’ll be up for a while,” Mike said, then looked toward the camp. “What’s that fucking noise?”
“Sounds like music,” Ian said.
“Not any music I’ve ever heard. It’s frickin’ loud too,” Mike replied.
“Well, hopefully it won’t keep you from your rest, Sleeping Beauty. Get some sleep,” Ted said as he pulled his bag up over his head.
“It’s definitely coming from that building there,” Ian said, trying to get a better view through the scope.
Examining the sketch Ted had been working on, Mike asked, “Building number seven?”
“Yeah, it’s got that fence around it. Kinda weird it’s sitting apart from all the others.”
Mike looked through his binoculars. “Think it’s a segregation unit or something?”
“Be my bet. Remember Abu Ghraib? They played Eminem real loud to loosen up the detainees.”
“Yeah, I ever tell you I was there once?” Mike asked.
“You and your stories. Thought you were going to security position,” Ted said.
“This is more fun.”
“Fine, then I’ll put you to work. Call the other team and let them know we’re in position.”
“Ten-four. On it.”
After Mike called, they spent the next couple of hours marking up the drawing of the camp. All of the structures inside the camp were given numbers and approximate ranges. From their hide location they could see the rear gate, so they also spent time tracking the camp employees and counting their vehicles.
“Got to love the fact the government puts numbers on everything,” Mike said, adding a hash mark to a column on the list before him.
“Sure makes counting a lot easier,” Ted said as he swiveled the scope. “Hey, check out building seven.”
Mike picked up his binoculars and scanned the building. “Looks like someone’s going to work.”
They watched as a group of four people approached the building. One went in, while the rest waited outside.
“Is one of them wearing scrubs?” Mike asked.
“Yes, she is—looks like a nurse or something,” Ted replied.
“She? What’s she look like? I can’t tell with these.”
Ted clicked his tongue. “Now’s not the time, Mikey.”
“Can’t
“Yeah, and we can only see part of it from here.”
Ted continued to examine the camp, sweeping the big glass back and forth. After a few minutes, he looked off in the direction that Mike went. “Dammit, Mike, where the hell are you?”
Ian looked over. “You think something happened to him?”
Ted shook his head. “Nah, not likely. The kid’s scary good, actually, despite his mouth.”
Ted turned back to the spotting scope. A low whistle told him Mike was on his way in. Ted looked at Ian. “Here he comes.”
Mike crawled up from behind, lying beside Ted.
Still looking through the scope, Ted asked, “Well, what’d you find?”
“There’s a little hill about hundred fifty yards over there. The ground in front of it falls off and there is a slash pile on top. Perfect place to make a hide.”
“Sounds good to me. How far is it from the camp?”
“’Bout three hundred meters.”
“That’ll work. Let’s move out,” Ted said as he stuffed the scope back into his pack. “Lead the way, Mikey.”
Mike led them back toward the fence, making a wide loop so that they arrived at the hide spot from the rear. It took most of the night to get the hide set up properly. They had to dig into the pile to maintain cover over them and provide plenty in the front as well. A secondary hide was prepared behind the first for whoever was pulling the security duty.
“The sun’s going to be coming up soon. Who wants the first watch?” Ted asked.
“I haven’t had this kind of fun in a long time. I’ll take it,” Ian said.
“Sounds good to me. I’m tired,” Ted replied.
Ian crawled into the hide and Ted unrolled his sleeping bag beside Ian.
“I’ll go back to the security hide. I’ll be up for a while,” Mike said, then looked toward the camp. “What’s that fucking noise?”
“Sounds like music,” Ian said.
“Not any music I’ve ever heard. It’s frickin’ loud too,” Mike replied.
“Well, hopefully it won’t keep you from your rest, Sleeping Beauty. Get some sleep,” Ted said as he pulled his bag up over his head.
“It’s definitely coming from that building there,” Ian said, trying to get a better view through the scope.
Examining the sketch Ted had been working on, Mike asked, “Building number seven?”
“Yeah, it’s got that fence around it. Kinda weird it’s sitting apart from all the others.”
Mike looked through his binoculars. “Think it’s a segregation unit or something?”
“Be my bet. Remember Abu Ghraib? They played Eminem real loud to loosen up the detainees.”
“Yeah, I ever tell you I was there once?” Mike asked.
“You and your stories. Thought you were going to security position,” Ted said.
“This is more fun.”
“Fine, then I’ll put you to work. Call the other team and let them know we’re in position.”
“Ten-four. On it.”
After Mike called, they spent the next couple of hours marking up the drawing of the camp. All of the structures inside the camp were given numbers and approximate ranges. From their hide location they could see the rear gate, so they also spent time tracking the camp employees and counting their vehicles.
“Got to love the fact the government puts numbers on everything,” Mike said, adding a hash mark to a column on the list before him.
“Sure makes counting a lot easier,” Ted said as he swiveled the scope. “Hey, check out building seven.”
Mike picked up his binoculars and scanned the building. “Looks like someone’s going to work.”
They watched as a group of four people approached the building. One went in, while the rest waited outside.
“Is one of them wearing scrubs?” Mike asked.
“Yes, she is—looks like a nurse or something,” Ted replied.
“She? What’s she look like? I can’t tell with these.”
Ted clicked his tongue. “Now’s not the time, Mikey.”
“Can’t
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