CHAPTER 27
“Four more days. Infiltration, marksmanship, exfiltration, and planning.”
They’d posted a guard this time, but the Airman Basic hadn’t been watching for Shelley’s descent down a rope from the a hatch in the center of the ceiling. They’d all been woken by training rounds in their backsides.
Rude awakening, and, Shelley was forced to admit, she’d loved every second of it.
“Planning comes last because planning before you know what skills you bring to the operation is a wasted and foolish effort. Normally, of course, research and planning come first.”
Sleeping on the floor of level two hadn’t done much for their sense of humor, nor had they apparently enjoyed cooling their heels here for the extra day while she’d gone to fetch Jeffrey Davis. The staff sergeant glowered at her,
