Chapter Seventy-Three
Matilda swallows down a hand full of snow and ice through her shivering parched lips. All four team members lay on their stomachs, and crawl along the ice towards the little shack. Wind howls across the ice banking up on their right sides, as they edge closer. Number eleven in white and green stands fifteen paces from them. Josephine crawls up to Matilda and Jacqueline and taps Petra on her feet. They all huddle with their heads together. Josephine speaks as loud as she dare.
“How shall we hit them? We have no idea what they have in there!”
“From the front and this side, cover the door in case they want out. Get no closer, else we will end up shooting each other in this white out.” Jacqueline replies. They all agree.
“We will cover the front with the heavy guns, g
