"Энди Макнаб. Последний свет (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автора

The snipers had the same binos as mine and would also have them focused
on the door. They'd want to ID the Yes Man the moment he walked into the
killing area, and they'd use binos first because they give a field of view
of about ten metres, which would make it easier to follow him through the
crowd until he made the target ID. Once that was done, they would switch to
their weapon's optic sight, and I would concentrate on the lights.
The method I was going to use to control the snipers and tell them when
to fire had been inspired by a wildlife documentary I'd seen on TV. Four
Indian game wardens, working as a team in total silence, had managed to
stalk and fire sedative darts into an albino tiger from very close range.
Whenever any of the snipers had a sight picture of the target and felt
confident about taking the shot, they'd hit their press el and keep it
pressed. The corresponding bulb in front of me would stay lit for as long as
they could take the shot. If they lost their sight picture, they released
their press el and the bulb would go out until they acquired it again.
Once I'd made the decision when to fire, I'd push my send press el
three times in a one-second rhythm.
The first press would tell the firer or firers to stop breathing so
their body movement didn't affect the aim.
The second would tell them to take up the first pressure on the
trigger, so as not to jerk the weapon when they fired.
As I hit the press el the second time, I'd also trigger the detonation.
The third time, the snipers would fire as the device exploded on the roof of
the hotel. If all three were up and the target was sitting, that would be
perfect but it rarely happens that way.
The device would not only disguise the sonic cracks, but create a
diversion on the north side of the river while we extracted. I just wished
the MoD building wasn't closed for the weekend: I'd have loved to see their
faces as the blast took out a few of their windows. Never mind, with luck it
would make the Life Guards' horses on Whitehall throw off their mounts.
None of the snipers would know if the others had the target. The first
time they'd know the option was going ahead was when they heard the three
tones in their ear. If they didn't have a sight picture themselves, they
wouldn't take a shot.
After the explosion, whether they'd fired a round or not, they would
all exit from their positions, stripping off their outer layer of coveralls
and leaving the area casually and professionally with the protective
clothing in their bag.
The rest of the kit, and the weapons, would be discovered at some point
by the police, but that wouldn't matter to me as I'd handed it over sterile.
It shouldn't matter to these people either, as they ought to be professional
enough to leave it in the same condition as they'd received it. If they
didn't, that was their problem.
I rubbed my eyes.
Another light flashed.
Sniper One was in position, ready to go.
I hit the send press el three times, and after a short pause Sniper
One's bulb flashed three times in return.
I was feeling a little better now, with two snipers sitting perfectly
still, watching and waiting as they continued to tune into the killing