I stop the car just before the entrance. The gate’s open. I look around, eyes on the houses in the area. The entire place is deserted, and no cameraman means one thing.
Good, no ambush.
I shut down the engine and take the keys. We step out of the car and dart to the stone pillars on either side of the gate.
‘REBEL, this is CARRIER-THREE. We’re here, over,’ he says again.
I look at him and ask, ‘It ain’t going through?’
‘I dunno man.’
‘Have you charged it?’
‘I don’t always forget to man,’ he replies, and unhooks it, ‘Look, it’s still on.’
The screen looks fine. It might be malfunctioning.
‘Okay, get it checked later,’ I say and clutch mine, ‘REBEL, this is CARRIER-TWO. We’re at the warehouse. Do you copy, over?’
There are five members in REBEL team, so they shouldn’t be taking this long to respond.
Might be a jammer.
‘Was there anything on the INTSUM this morning?’ I ask, ‘I don’t remember there being anything about the military in the area.’
‘Yeah, there was nothing about military, man.’
The insurgents are probably responsible. I try the monitor switch—static. I take out my cell phone and check the bars—no signal.
‘Fuck, it’s a jammer.’
