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well, I couldn't live with myself if I sat it out."
"Nothing will go wrong, not with these babies," Markham assured him. "We have
several advantages in the setup. There's nobody else in the block-the whole
motel occupancy is only six, which is above average for this time of year in
this location, so I'm told. I'm going to use pulsers on the two vans,
simultaneously. They should be out cold with a nasty shock. The pulsers are
useless against the motel rooms, though, so we're going to run a sleep gas unit
through the vents on that built-in air conditioner on each unit. The gas is fast
and harmless."
"A little risky, though," Sam worried. "You still have to put a fairly fast
little hole through the air conditioner flanges and then pump it in, which is
never totally silent. They catch on and Dash has had it."
"Could be. If these are the nasties we think they are I don't think they're as
suicidal as our other friends seem to be, but it would be ugly. There's no other
way, though. There's no technique that's not without risk. We have audio
monitors on top there so we'll know immediately if they suspect and can move
with stun and percussion weapons if we absolutely have to. You have any better
ideas?"
Sam studied the situation and marveled at their thoroughness. They even somehow
had gotten blueprints of the place, updated with the latest renovations. Still,
he was uneasy. "Maybe wait 'em out and take 'em as they leave," he suggested.
"Far riskier. We couldn't be certain that we'd get everybody and we'd only need
one back in the room to spray everybody with bullets, Dash included. Besides,
we'd have to do a wide stun at pretty good strength here to have any crack at
them and there's always a chance of heart stoppage with that. I don't give a
damn if all these bastards have heart attacks but I don't want to risk it with a
boy as young as yours.''
Sam looked again at the doors and stiffened. "Somebody's coming out of the room
on the left," he said softly.
"They check on each other regularly, and rotate a couple of inside and outside
men now and again. They have a regular schedule, since at least once a, couple
of the van boys weren't relieved when they were supposed to be and they went up
to the motel room and raised holy hell in Spanish. See-there's another one
coming out now, lighting a cigarette there. One will go to each van, then one
from each van will come out and go in. It's not regular but it's never been less
than an hour between changes and they've all eaten. Every once in a while one of
the van boys gets out and checks the area, sometimes taking a smoke or a leak
against the building. I wouldn't think a smoker would be very popular with that
crowd in either van. No problem if we nail both vans right off and silently, and
they only come out of the rooms for the change. Okay. ... I think we give them
fifteen minutes after that pair goes inside and then we hit 'em. What do you
say?"
Sam nodded. "Let's do it. Beats waiting and eating my guts out."
"You want to go in with one of the teams?"
"No. If anything goes wrong I'd be in the way. Let the experts do it."
Markham nodded. "All right, then. Let me give the word."
The security chief left and talked to his team leaders and there was suddenly a
fair amount of action. The pulsers were what Sam called the industrial strength
models, used in the world where they were invented as anti-tank and perimeter
security. Anything designed to knock out an armored tank crew sealed inside