The man who's code name was Eric Henkle was huddled with his five-man squad in a small cave that overlooked the JMRT compound. It had been a cold and wet five days and the damp was finally getting to all six mercenaries, and tempers were becoming a little tattered around the edges. They had been in a state of high alert and ready to move at a moments notice for the whole of that time, living on their nerves. They had just finished their improvised meal when the duty lookout called back from the observation point that there was activity in the landing area of the compound. A quick look through his night-vision binoculars confirmed that 'The Package' and one other person were preparing to take off very soon. Henkle grabbed his com-unit and pressed the red button that connected him with Sitta. “Papa, this is Eric Henkle, the package and one other are preparing to leave the security area, Sir.” The voice on the Com that they knew only as Papa said, “Thank you Henkle, we think they are heading home, in order to retrieve the box, give them fifteen minutes lead and return to base.”
“Yes Sir,” Henkle replied and cut the connection. He turned and called out to his squad, “Pack up mien freunde we are returning to base.”