Charlie team leader came on the con. “We have a bogie on the road to the quarry. He’s stopping at the washed-out bridge. One man. I can take him out.”
“Negative,” Meriwether said, anxious to stop these kill crazy Serbs. “I repeat, negative. We’re here for the Bigfoot. Leave any humans alive for now.”
“And if this guy interferes?” insisted the Alpha Team leader.
Meriwether looked to the sky. This was a part of the job the Russian was clear about. Anybody who got in the way was to be taken out. He pressed the mic icon on the screen. “You have orders to stop anyone from interfering.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” said the Alpha Team leader.
The Charlie Team leader came back on. “We have another bogie, on the screen. A large van. There’s a Bigfoot inside.” The team leader gasped. “Slatki Isuse! (Sweet Jesus.) It’s huge. It’s bigger than anything we’ve killed so far.”
“Let them through,” ordered Meriwether. “They’re part of the Russian’s scheme for the portal.”
“I hate this place,” interjected Delta Team’s leader.
“It’s evil.” “It’s just like any other place,” Meriwether growled, knowing this wasn’t true. The Serb was right – something about this place was off, like those stupid people always getting trapped in a bad horror movie. But he couldn’t let the men’s fear rule them. “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Sranje,” the team leader said.
Meriwether recognized the swear word – bullshit. “Settle down. Stay frosty. We have a long night ahead of us. Besides, we have our own way of dealing with the portal. It’s called C-4.”
“Now you’re talking, boss.”
The other team leaders clicked their approval.