Gitmo 53: Tumbling Down

It happened sooner rather than later. I was woke up by a detonation, way more fire power than was ever necessary.

“Was that an explosion, or did I wake myself with gas again?” Monty asked, without coming out from under his hat.

I didn’t answer him, and he was back to sleep by the time I set myself down at the computer. I pulled up the site camera, specifically the one I’d pointed towards the monument.

Whoever’d done the deal was gone. But I rewound, and sure enough, US military personnel, Navy SEALS, to be specific. They hadn’t even bothered to remove their insignia.

They walked into town from the road, didn’t even pretend to be stealthy. Just before they arrived, we lost all of our remotely operated security systems, including the perimeter motion sensors. The world went dark, and the only word written in the log for that time period was “maintenance.”

Now, usually, all of our cameras record off-site. But I’d set up our computer to record after my meeting with the Colonel. Hadn’t even been sure anything’d come of it, but I figured that was my due diligence.

I saved a copy of the camera footage, and burnt it to a DVD. If they were determined to turn this into a shooting war, then they’d just given me a fistful of ammunition.