"How many?"
"Only three. They should be studying this place right now."
It suddenly made sense. First send a spy. Then send three scouts. After that, bring in the main body of killers to wipe the place out. Of course, the scouts could easily arrive long before the main body. They did not have to wait until one fight was finished before moving on. Cain turned and sprinted from the soundproof interrogation room. He ran up to the communications room and strode in there.
"Get me our patrol leaders," Cain told the radioman.
The radio operator handed the unit commander a microphone.
"You're on both walkie-talkie channels," he told his commander.
"This is Cain."
He waited for two voices to acknowledge before continuing. "There should be three men out there scouting us. Locate them, but leave them alone. Don't move in until the main force moves in to attack. Take the scouts only if they spot you. Have you got that?"
Two voices acknowledged.
Cain left the radio room and decided to do a tour of interior defenses before returning to the interrogation room. When whoever it was attacked, they were going to get hit back much harder than they had ever been hit before. Cain was grinning like a death's head as he made his rounds of the old warehouse that had become the HIT headquarters.
"That's the building, according to the intel from the Bear," Lyons said.
It was a warehouse old, brick and ugly. All three stories were living and training quarters for a Harassment Initiation Team. WAR had separate, more respectable offices farther uptown.
Pol grabbed the walkie-talkie out of Gadgets's hand.
"Let me try that," Pol demanded. "Little sister? Come in little sister."
There was no more response than for the fifty or more times that Gadgets had tried it. Pol handed it back.
"We're being watched," Lyons told his two team members. "Fade."
"I want to talk to someone from that joint," Pol said. His voice held an edge of steel that was usually completely hidden.
"We fade. Carefully." Lyons ordered.
"I'm going to grab one of those killers," Pol insisted. "Toni left word with the office that she has the place under surveillance and has her walkie-talkie with her. They've got her."
Lyons clamped a grip of steel on Politician's upper arm.
"We leave," he said sternly.
They strolled in silence until well clear of the area.
"I don't know why we were allowed to walk out of that ambush," Lyons said. "But we don't have much time. Let's pick up the heavy-duty artillery and make a sweep. We'll start with the soldiers covering the ambushers, then take the ambushers and then move in on the building. That's playing it by the book, but it stinks."
"Why werewe allowed to walk?" Gadgets insisted.
"Maybe Toni didn't tell them anything," Pol said. His voice was a whisper.
"You know better than that," Lyons said.
"The drugs they have these days..." Gadgets added, trying to soften the cruel reality of Lyons's words.
The terror fighters were back at the van that Toni had left at the airport for them. It belonged to Able Group, the company owned by Schwarz and Blancanales, and managed by Toni Blancanales. The company specialized in industrial security. The van was one of its quick-response vehicles.
"I still smell something wrong," Lyons said as he fastened a web belt around his waist.
As soon as J. Courtney Cain left the interrogation room, Toni began working on the knots that held her. The goons who had tied her up were much more interested in letting their hands wander than in checking what they were doing. Toni had been able to tense her muscles and twist her arms. Now she relaxed and worked with the slack. It took time, time that she did not know whether she had. She had run into trouble before. Twice the big man, Mack Bolan, had come to her aid. She had learned from him and learned well. So she fought one battle at a time with total concentration, not allowing the uncertainty of the next minutes to rob her of her effectiveness.
Soon the knots gave and she was free. The next problem was to arm herself.
She opened the door a crack. No one was in the hall outside. She went back and picked up the wooden chair to which she had been tied. She smashed it against the cement floor again and again. Finally, she had a piece of the back of the chair that made a fairly passable club.
She was reasonably certain that her purse was still on the main floor, in Cain's office. Her objective was the purse for inside was a weapon and the walkie-talkie.
She met a terrorist-in-training running along the hall, M-16 in one hand and a sandwich in the other. She stepped in front of him and brought the club up into the goon's groin. As he bent forward, Toni grabbed a fistful of his grimy hair and yanked. The would-be terrorist crashed into the wall headfirst. Two hard blows with the club kept him on the floor.
Toni grabbed the M-16 and patted her victim down for spare clips. He carried only one. She jammed that in her belt and took off, checking the load and cocking the assault rifle as she ran.
The rest was easy. There was no one in the office. The walkie-talkie was still in her purse. So was the Heckler & Koch VP-70 that Pol insisted she carry. She sat down in the desk chair facing the door. She placed the automatic in her waistband, and the magazine for the M-16 on the desk. Then the M-16 was set down carefully, still cocked and ready to roar, pointing at the door, ready to be grabbed in an instant. Only then did she get out the walkie-talkie and start to call for Able Team.
The backup men who were meant to cover the retreat of those in the ambush went first. Able Team knew what they were looking for and they found them. The barely concealed automatic handguns left no mistake about the terrorists' identities. Politician removed one man with a garrote, so quickly and so savagely that the thin wire went right through the neck. The goon's dying kick booted his own head into the gutter.
Gadgets used his Gerber to efficiently sever the top of a spine. The killer collapsed without a sound. Lyons silently removed two more with his lethal fists.
The ambushers waited patiently, strung out along the tops of two buildings. They were still waiting when silenced .45 and 9mm slugs smashed heads .Able Team left them slumped over their guns and started back down a flimsy fire escape. Suddenly, Gadgets's walkie-talkie let out its discreet buzz.
Gadgets stopped so abruptly that Pol ran into him. Lyons noticed he was no longer being tagged by the rest of his team and carefully retreated. His eyes skimmed the territory for more enemy.
"Don't stop on the exposed escape," he hissed.
"That you, Toni?" Gadgets said.
"You were expecting someone else?" she replied.
The relief was too much to contain. Both Gadgets and Pol started to laugh.
"Where are you?" Toni's voice asked.
"Just ready to move in on the building. We had to take out an ambush first. Where are you?"
"Right here waiting, but you better try cutting out. Most of the force is in cars waiting for you to show signs of being in the area. The only thing that's stopping them from scooping you is that they're expecting a larger force."
"I wonder what gave them that notion?" Gadgets said.
"I wonder. I figured since I was foolish enough to get caught, it might as well serve some purpose."
Gadgets looked at Lyons who nodded.
"Sit tight. Here we come," he told Toni.
"Don't. It's a well-planned trap."
"You say they're all mobile?"
"Right."
"Great. Here we come. Out."
With the ambush out of the way, Lyons led his team right in the front door of the HIT headquarters. As they walked in, the first of the troop trucks could be seen turning a corner at the end of the block. Without warning from the ambushers, the reserves did not get tipped off until someone from the building saw Able Team walking up to the front door.