I checked my gear, my knife, my hammer, and a handful of flashbang grenades I had borrowed from the warehouse cash before the cops arrived. I crept up to the generator’s shed behind the cabin. It was humming. I didn’t cut the power this time. That was the old trick. They would expect that. Instead, I rigged the fuel line. I poured sugar, a simple packet of sugar I had in my ME into the gas tank.
It wouldn’t kill the engine instantly. It would gum it up. It would make it sputter, cough, and die slowly. It would make the lights flicker and dim, creating a strobe effect that induces panic. I moved to the front porch. I placed a claymore mine, a dummy one I used for training, but it looked real enough to terrify.
Facing the front door, then I went to the window. I tapped on the glass. Tap tap tap. Inside, the heat signatures froze. Did you hear that? I heard Kyle whisper. It’s just the wind, Victor said. But his voice shook. Tap tap tap louder this time. Go check it, Victor ordered Felix. Felix moved toward the window, his rifle raised. He peered out into the darkness.
