“Steve come in, over. Steve, can you hear me?” I try to contact Steve and his partner who are inside the tower building, but I get no response. After about ten minutes, I become worried. My mind runs ahead of time. What if they are dead and we are never able to call that backup. It was a mistake sending only two men inside that building. I need to think of something before they squeeze us like a bunch of potatoes. My brain refuses to believe that my men are dead.
“Maybe that area has another jammer, a small one perhaps.” I say to Yash, who is busy unloading his magazine into another flank which is trying to breach us from the right.
“That dosen't make sense. Our radios operate on a small frequency, and theirs too. I don’t think they will be stupid enough to bar that frequency and let the
