>>11099734With his noisy column inching closer to their final destination, the captain senses all is not as it should be. He confirms with his LT that they are right where they should be, but a few minutes from the defensive lines. His unease only grows; there should've been some kind of challenge from the garrison by now, whether a warning shot, a radio call or even a shouted challenge. The two men peer intently towards where the outer edges of the compound should be, the slowly growing light of the predawn playing tricks with their eyes... Was that the flicker of large flames? Were those dancing points of strobe-light fireflies, or muzzle flashes?
