The compound was dark, the guards patrolling the perimeter with flashlights and rifles. Major Elena Vasquez lay in the grass, her night vision painting the world green. Beside her, Sergeant James Chen studied the fence, the gate, the guard tower.
"Four guards," he whispered. "Two on the perimeter, one in the tower, one at the gate."
Elena counted, calculated, planned. "I'll take the tower. You take the gate. Miller and Sanchez take the perimeter. We move on my signal."
"Copy."
Elena crept through the grass, silent as a shadow. The guard tower loomed ahead, the guard's back turned.