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settled into his bedroll up on the loft of the warehouse. Damn! he thought, if I’d known we weren’t going back to base that night, I would have brought my pillow . He smiled to himself and placed the S&W pistol he’d found earlier by his side.
    Once he stopped moving, exhaustion took over and he drifted into a dreamless sleep. He felt a hand grab and shake his foot. Brad jumped up, grabbing the pistol and pointing it into Cole’s shocked face. “Oh shit, my bad, Sergeant,” uttered Cole. “I shouldn’t have been so quiet.”
    Brad lowered the pistol and relaxed. “What is it Cole?”
    “Sergeant, you need to get up top. Something you need to see,” Cole answered.
    Brad sent Cole ahead and he stopped to put on his boots and his vest. He looked at his watch. Damn, it’s only been two hours . He climbed the ladder and settled into the nest with Eric and Cole. “What do we got, fellas?” he whispered.
    “Over there Sergeant, just past the fence in that little building,” Cole said, pointing with his finger. Brad picked up the binos and looked down at the building.
    “I don’t see anything, guys,” he said.
    “Just wait, Sergeant. There it is,” Eric said, pointing. Brad saw three flickers of a red light followed by three long flashes and three more flickers.
    “Oh shit guys, that’s Morse code, someone is signaling. But who are they talking to?” Brad whispered.
    “It’s got to be us, Sergeant. We’re the only ones up here,” Eric replied.
    “Go wake up Henry, he’s good with this nerdy shit, and grab the red lens flashlight off my bag,” Brad said.
    Moments later Henry was crouched in the sniper’s nest with the flashlight and a pen and paper. After checking his work, he finally spoke. “They said ‘ we are two U.S. ’, and they want to come into the compound.”
    “Well, ask them who they are,” snapped Brad.
    After another set of exchanges Henry spoke again. “They just say, ‘ we are two U.S., request permission to enter your perimeter ’.”
    “What do you think guys?” Brad asked.
    The men looked puzzled that Brad was asking for advice, it wasn’t typically his way.
    “Come on guys! Cut me a break, this isn’t exactly a military op any more. I’m open to suggestions.”
    “I say let them in, Sergeant. Why would they tell us they are coming if they were up to no good?” Cole said.
    Brad smiled. “You make a good point, Cole. Henry, tell them to come in but stay in our line of sight.”
    They watched as the two men broke cover of the building and walked in a slow crouch to the fence. Brad thought they would circle around to the perimeter gate. But without making a sound they quickly cut through to the inside, turned around, repaired the fence, and disappeared into the shadows. A moment later, they heard a tapping at the downstairs door.
    Brad looked over the roof wall and saw the two dark figures huddled at the door. He turned, and he and Cole rushed down the ladder, waking up Méndez. With his pistol in his hand, Brad undid the bindings on the door and let it slowly open outward. The two men hurried inside and closed the door behind them. The man in front dropped the dark hood he had been wearing, gave a toothy, bearded grin, and extended his hand to Brad.
    “U.S. Navy SEALS, we’re here to get you out,” he laughed. Brad didn’t return the handshake and instead just stared at the man. “Why so stern, Sergeant? Just fucking with you. We’ve been watching you guys the better part of two days. It’s good to be inside with you. It’s not a lot of fun out there in the city,” the man said.
    “So who are you guys? Where did you come from?” Brad asked.
    “Damn kid, where are your manners? Getting all personal and not even offering a guest a beverage,” the man replied.
    “Shit, my fault,” said Cole, laughing and holding up a couple of cans of energy drink.
    They all chuckled and moved to the interior of the warehouse. Méndez secured the door and followed them