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hey had emptied the back of Woody’s Silverado and lowered the tailgate for easy access. Plenty of room for four or five men back there. They were on the road now, sitting silently, both mentally reviewing the plan they’d settled on before leaving the farm. Shake wanted to keep the whole thing as simple and straightforward as possible. In by the shower room window and out running like hell and leading the captives through the front door. He had the smoke grenade in a pocket of his trousers, but he still hadn’t decided whether or not to add it to his scheme of maneuver. Like most raids he’d planned and conducted, what they needed to accomplish tonight broke down into three phases: approach, actions on objective, and exfiltration.
According to the approach plan, they would drive
