>2nd rule is don't let them know they have
>been caught until its 2 late.
Kewl..
Then you call in that small, covert para-military unit for the strike.
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Wabbit steps up to the base ops observation window. He stands there, sipping from his coffee mug. He watches as the men in black ninja suits, ski masks, and infrared night vision goggles load into the three awaiting helicopters. They move silently, and quickly, as is their habit after the years of training. They check their repelling harnesses and high powered sub machine guns and silencers one last time before before transmitting the signal, "AHOG good to go.."
Wabbit turns to HiTech who is bent over his terminal, verifing the evidence one last time. He leans back in his chair and locks Wabbit with a stern gaze and gives the nod. Wabbit picks up his mic, turning back to the window: "Avenging Hand of God, you are cleared for take off. Good luck lads...and good hunting."
The three helicopters, almost invisible against the night with thier flat black paint, lift off and disappear into the darkness.
Muuhahaha,
Wab
