Chapter 73. The D-day
Inside the hall, Raymond projected a detailed map onto the large screen. Everyone in the room shifted their attention to it, eyes locked as they absorbed the details.
"This is the map of their packhouse and the entire surrounding area," Raymond began, his voice calm but firm. "We need to find the weakest point of their defense. That’s where we’ll focus our attack. Fewer guards, lower resistance."
Mr. Frederick stood up and approached the screen, his eyes scanning the map intently. "We will attack from the roof," he announced.
"It’s the last place they’d expect. In their minds, it’s an impossible entry point. They never place guards up there. That’s our advantage."
One of his men raised a hand, doubt lacing his voice.
"But how do we even get on the roof without being spotted? What if we get caught before the operation begins?"
Mr. Frederick nodded, appreciating the concern. "A fair question," he replied. "We’ll scale the walls wearing jackets that change color based on any light they’re exposed to. Infrared, UV, or normal light—the jackets adapt, making detection virtually impossible."
Gasps and murmurs of awe spread through the room. Another man leaned forward, curiosity in his eyes. "Once we get on the roof, then what?"
Mr. Frederick turned, his tone dead serious. "We drop grenades into the packhouse. After the explosion, we count to ten. Then, with the speed of light, we drop down, locate Elijah Simons, and extract him. The entire mission will last only ten minutes."
"And the escape plan?" someone else asked. "You know they’ll fight back. How do we leave without losing anyone?"
"Two helicopters will be waiting outside," Mr. Frederick answered. "Once you have Elijah, run straight to the choppers. Don’t stop for anything. We are not there to fight a war. We are there to get one man out."