Ondine was highly p.o.’d and said, “Put that weapon down and quit fucking around, Felix. That goes for everybody. Now listen up.” He flattened out the map on a boulder. We gathered around Ondine’s map. He said, “We recon the valley first, but I think we should place our shooters here and here,” he said, pointing to the red Xs on the map with his forefinger. “Hollywood doesn’t take his shot unless Pink is compromised. He’s got the M-14, and if he shoots, he gives away his location. After Pink takes out the General, we detonate nightingales at the north end of the valley while the team runs south. That should give us time to boogaloo. Two escape routes,” he said, pointing down to the valley. “Right there along the streambed or straight out of the valley on the high-speed trail. They won’t be expecting it. Once we get clear, we fade into the bush, circumvent the bunker, and make our pickup. Felix calls in the coordinates on the camp and while we beat a retreat back to Camp Clarke, the carpet team comes in and levels our good buddies. They’ve got a lot of people down there, but we’ll catch them with their pants down. It should be easy. Any questions? Sound like a plan?” Ondine said. “Okay. Break out your chow; we’re going down into the valley in twenty minutes.”

Dang Singh could second-guess Ondine better than anyone. “That’s the plan?” he said.

Ondine said. “Shoot ’n’ run.”

“Keeping things simple,” Singh said.

“I’m open to suggestions,” Ondine said. “I’m always glad to hear a brighter idea. We can’t make the shot from up here. We’ve got an ideal vantage but we’re too far to make the fucking shot. I can’t think of another way.”

“Why don’t we walk back, real careful like, and let the air force take care of General Deng?” Gerber said. “You got the coordinates. As soon as the shooting starts the gooks are going to hunker down. This is a job for the bomber pilots. Why can’t the air force handle it?”

“Because that would be the smart thing to do,” Ondine said. “Anybody else?”