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We wait inside the front gate to the barracks. A short distance from the main building.
If there were any more guards left alive in the building, they would have come running out of there by now.
Fire will do that to people. Even a small one like this.
It was easy to do. A can of turps and a cloth in a storage cupboard. The strike of a match.
It flames orange out of two ground floor windows. Toxic smoke spoiling the air.
I started it at the end furthest from the gym hall. I want that intact for when they get here.
And here they are.
The faint cry of sirens on the breeze. Louder and louder still.
I motion to the rest of our group to stay back out of the way. I take the spare rifle off Malik and jog out through the entrance. I head left, to where I parked the Rolls up by the side
