Female Snipers. Greg PiusЧитать онлайн книгу.
The young woman is scowling just like han remember from his days as Cain Flint's commander. She says in a scacastic tone of voice
"How are we supposed to remember what the codes mean?"
Han was ready for this question He said in a confident tone of voice,
"I gave you all three riddles to memorize. By recalling those riddles you get clues to what the code means. The first riddle is about a warrior who can obey but also savage. That is of course the clue for the code word FIRE. The second riddle was about the one sided chest that hides treasure but can be eaten. That is the clue for the code word EGG. The last riddle is the nonspeaking white body that makes you cry. That is the clues for the code word ONION. Learn those riddles and you will never make a mistake with these code words."
Having received the right code words the small bunch of rebels went to the tunnel entrance. They were told that they must do all their tasks once inside the camp and get out inside of four hours. No one would be waited for and if caught no one would be rescued. Bill Han said that he would stay on guard at the outside tunnel entrance only for the next five hours. After that the newbies would be on their own. With this grim thought resounding in their subconscious, these young recruits worked their way forward through the refugee's hidden tunnel.
As always Zaheer was first to the other end. As someone who had lived in one of these United Nations refugee camps in Australia she naturally assumed the leadership of this young squad of recruits. So she said in a firm authoritative tone of voice,
"You all have your assigned GPS coordinates. Deliver your material supplies and parts. Then got to your alternate GPS position to pick up the medical supplies and tinned food. We all meet back here in two hours from now. Check your smartphones."
The young people were dressed like the other refugees in slightly younger clothes than they normally wore. Everyone was told to keep their heads down put pretend to own the place. As they all had to pass as sixteen year old refugees they were not wearing any special watches. Smartphones were only to be used in emergencies and then only with the code word for help.
A little bit over two hours saw all the newbies back at the tunnel exit. Zaheer said to them in a proud tone of voice,
"Well done everyone. Any problems with the deliveries or the pick ups? Great then lets get back to Han's position."
The crawl back seemed easier than the crawl in to the camp. They all filed out to squat low in front of Bill Han. He took out what looked like a container of water from his large back pack. Then he said in an authorative tone of voice,
"Okay all smartphones into this container. No questions. We can't wait here any longer."
Reluctantly all the newbies threw placed their smartphones into the container. Han then gave his next order in a softer tone of voice
"Well done everyone.We are ahead of schedule. Now we make our way back to our base. No talking and please watch for my signals at all time. Zaheer you are up the front with me. Hamish you take the rear. Marianne you take point. Lets move rebels."
Liberty
President Dent had just finished a three Presidents call that obviously pleased him enormously. It was very early in the morning but he knew that his assistant would be at her desk working. So he called her into his office. Nova Kaufman noticed Dent's good mood straight away. She wondered if this was an opportune moment to get a favor done that would pay back a certain National Security Director an old debt of revenge. But Dent gave her no chance to speak he began talking at the rate of a mile a minute. He said in an excited tone of voice,
"I have just got off a conference call with our two allied Presidents. They are of course coming for our Southern Hemisphere Games opening ceremony. The presence of the northern hemisphere's marines in some of our events as individual athletes gives her attendance credibility. Of course our nearest larger neighbor's President has a whole national team in our games. But my exciting news is that they will publicly endorse my decision to go for a third term as Australian President. Exceptional circumstances will be the official reason for this extended period as President. The last six years has not been long enough to completely wipe out all the rebel scum."
Nova said what she was expected to say by this paranoid man. She used a falsely cheery tone of voice,
"Oh congratulations sir. With both those Presidents endorsing you there will be little opposition to your reelection in two years time."
Dent was nodding when he said in a threatening tone of voice,
"I will make sure that there is no internal opposition. You will get the government legal staff to draw up arrest warrants for the opposition leader in parliament and these other political enemies whose name I have placed on this thumb disk. It is not to leave your possession. The international media hounds would love to get to see what is on that little storage disk."
Now Nova was nodding. She held explosive political material that needed secret handling. So she asked a question in a hesitant tone of voice
"Do you want me to inform anyone in cabinet of your arrest orders?'
Scowling Dent said in an angry tone of voice
"In no way do I want those leakers to get any whiff of my arrest plans. I want those political enemies named on that disk locked up in that special federal prison I had built for political prisoners. Then lets see anyone challenge my campaign for a thirds term as President. Speaking of which I need you to get General Mackenzie here as soon as his duties permit him to be away for a couple of hours. Just between you and me I am going to get rid of my hopeless Vice-President. She is asking too many questions about my Swiss bank accounts. No she has to go. That's good news for Mackenzie and that ambitious wife of his. Nova get going on those two matters. They have the highest priority."
When Kaufman had left his office Dent went to a secret draw in his desk. He took out a smartphone. Then he called a special number
"Doras is that you. Good I have another special ops hit for you. No do this one for you and your sisters. This not for the record. Lets call it a phantom op for want of a better phrase. The main target is the Vice-President. Just the VP and her partner for now. Make it look like the rebel alliance did the hit. You are best at working out the necessary details. But make it quick. No blow back on this office is acceptable. Do you understand?...... Good then lets say the deadline is the end of this month. No more calls on this or anything else except on a properly encrypted smartphone. Your reward will depend on your success. Now get on with it and do the job right"
When Dent had finished all of his morning activities a lot of people faced either, a quick death, or, a lone term in prison. Dent did not believe in tolerating opposition no matter who dished it out. Such opponents were always dealt with savagely.
A young female not quiet a teenager feels frustrated with her adult authority figures. Mossy was no different. She had been trying to contact her Mum to get off her piano lessons that afternoon. Her animal friends were out in the fields or waiting at the veterinary office of the United Nations refugee camp. Really she was too old for piano lessons thought an aggrieved Mossy. Finally she got through on her Mum's smartphone. Not very diplomatically she said in a frustrated tone of voice,