Pablo knew what his XO was thinking. Who could have hostile intentions against them? But it was not the time to second guess themselves.
“Battle stations,” Pablo ordered.
Gabi approached the public address system microphone.
“Battle stations. Battle stations.”
It was the first real situation in which they found themselves. As he headed to pick up his helmet, vest, gloves, and flash hood, Pablo thought about the people who were at that time interrupting what they were doing to get to their posts. At that hour of the night and with the number of drills they had been doing, many might think this was another surprise drill scheduled by their tireless captain. Gabi had not started the order with the usual “This is a drill, this is a drill,” which was always the first part of the announcemen
