"I'll let a man outside this door on his belly like I am. By the way, we are in touch with the army. We're set to guide them in. Good luck, sir."
Bennington and Thornberry looked at each other.
We'll need more than luck, Bennington thought.
In the middle of his next cigarette, Bennington heard a familiar voice speaking outside the office door.
"When can I start shooting, Jim?"
"Mossback!"
"In person." A low laugh. "Wish the men you taught cover and concealment could take a look at you now.
"Here's the situation, Jim. I'm deployed in a looping L around the Administration Building. Your prisoners in One and Two have been moved out under guard into the open space beside Number Four where my copters dropped.
"The short end of my L touches the moat near your house. And by the way, Ferguson is all right. We relieved him. He says three prisoners tried to get out, but he thinks he got one of the three.