Chapter 175

The car was an old American sedan. "Why is it these guys in special ops can never afford a fancy car? They are always running around in a ten year old ford." I asked.

"You are kidding they have all the money in the world. They run around in these old egg beaters because someone told them they draw less attention. We are all cramped so the boss can slip around town. You know they have a deal. They buy a whole fleet of these as 'after lease cars' and transport them all over the world," The Brit explained.

"So we are liable to find some executive's credit card in the seat?" I asked.

"Yeah it could happen," he said. "We are about to get our first look at the building they think needs our help to defend against the Jihadist."

"We should write a book. Jihadist I have known and sometimes loved." I said.

"Oh exactly, who have you loved?" Kurt asked.

"I once loved someone," I said faking defensiveness.

"Sylvia, you have made love to a lot of men that isn't the same thing as loving them," The Brit said.

"I love you two," I said more seriously.

"I'm not sure that you just don't realize you better keep us somewhat happy. That isn't love honey." Kurt said.

We were busy looking around the streets trying to gain any leg up we could. The neighborhood with the consulate was quiet and beautiful. Once we got inside the walls we took a good look around. A CIA contractor named Reynolds showed us around.

"When we got here they thought that outer wall would keep the bad guys out. I have no idea what color the sky is in their world, but it was a real shock for the staff to find out the wall was only good to keep them in, since every one else in the country except them could scale it. We are going to work on a collapsing defense. If we come under attack from the rear, we fire on them as they drop over the wall. Then we can no long hold the position we fall back into the house and fire from the house into the yard. We only have to hold till the government troops arrive."

"You are sure the government troops will come?" I asked.

"They have to come there is no one else," he said with a smile.

"I don't suppose we can find the radicals before hand an wipe out their stockpile of arms," I suggested.

"Porter this is a sovereign nation. We do no launch an attack on a sovereign nation." Reynolds said.

"Did you even ask around about what you are up against?" I inquired.

"You know we gather all the intel we can. But frankly there isn't that much out there right now. Also you know this isn't a western style democracy. Information is in short supply." Reynolds said.

"I think the President here would dress his soldiers in rags to attack you as well." I said.

"That my dear Sylvia is very likely. Along with this ain't home, I need to tell you get caught outside this gates with a firearm and they shoot you with it." Reynolds added.

"Now that's gun control that works," I suggested. "You don't get any repeat offenders."

"The point is, if you go anywhere outside leave the firearms in the compound." Reynolds said.

"Or shoot first," I suggested.

"You are always going to be out gunned, so even if you do shoot first odds are not good." Reynolds replied. "Now on to less pleasant things."

"Less pleasant things, what would that be, that the air is full of the hiv virus." I said. "It can't get much worse.

"Intelligence suggests there is going to be an attack on this compound tonight." Reynolds. When we recruited you we didn't know when it would happen, but it could be as early as tonight."

"Wonderful, what kind of strength are you talking about?" I asked.

"That's the real problem. We don't know it will be a dozen of five dozen." Reynolds said.

"It likely wont be more than five dozen. There would be no where to stand," I said. "Do you expect ladders over the walls?"

"Thats usually how they do it. Sometimes they scramble up, but usually they bring a ladder with them." Reynolds suggested. "Are you going to be able to handle that shotgun?"

"We are mostly going to find out how I do with it first time they come over that wall. I can't grip small things but a shotgun forearm I have just learned to manipulate. How I do when I'm in a hurry is something else. I guess we will find out though." I replied.

"You get me killed tonight, I will never forgive you," Kurt said.

I laughed. I won't be the one to get you killed. If we die here, we can all go haunt Colonel Martin." I said.

"Here, here, The Brit agreed. "And the awful Sergeant Major from the SAS."

A young woman came into the room where we were waiting for dark. "I brought you some food," she said.

"I don't recognize this as food, but I am grateful for it," I said.

"Yes thank you," the Brit said. He was so much smoother than me. But I didn't mind because he was Gay. I thought that with a chuckle.

We turned on the TV and watched the street demonstrations. There were marches all over town. The police contained them and even beat a few marchers into submission. I wasn't too worried about the police. They had all they could handle in the streets. They didn't need to come looking for trouble in the houses. Not even the diplomatic house would be high on their radar.