50
Red And Free
Several minutes later, Brock was in position. He had chosen the southwest corner of the roof in which to lay. From there, he had the best vantage point from which to cover the rear of the bar building. And although he couldn’t see the front, he had a partial view of the parking lot. He laid in a prone position, extended the tripod arms off the front of his sniper rifle’s barrel and scanned the view. He made a few adjustments to the reticle and took inventory of the number of Harley’s parked out front. “Eighteen, nineteen, s**t, twenty.” He keyed his headset. “Banger, this is six. I count twenty hostiles.”
“Roger that, six,” came Will’s stilted reply. “Let’s rock and roll.”
“Roger that.” And referring to the method used by factory workers start their shift, he said, “Tim
