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A few minutes later, Keith Balon was walking, alone, at the back of the mobile home. “Jim? Everyone in position?” he said in his earpiece.
James Whitaker quickly checked to see if the others were ready too. “Yep. What is the situation like, in there?”
“Hard to say,” Keith said. He was hiding among a few bushes. The last few yards to the mobile home, however, was wasteland without any shelter. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to get to that mobile home without exposing myself. It’s something like fifty yards of open ground. And I can see them from here. They more or less are looking this direction.”
“So?” Whitaker asked.
“I’d say start the music!” Keith said.
“Will do. Any favorite songs?”
“Um… Walls come tumbling down ? Style Council?”
“Surprising choice for a young guy like you.”
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