Then he saw them clearly. Small infrared signals, probably no bigger than his palm, but large enough to be seen from above. The company's Fourth Platoon had been infiltrated into the area the day before by conventional means. They'd crossed the border with fake passports, and had moved into the area earlier to isolate it. A small bridge had been demolished, and flares and barricades set up to block the road. The only other road in was to have been blocked by a delivery truck that had lost control on the slick road and rolled onto its side. The truck was to be abandoned there, with no license plates, leaving the local authorities with a slow and sorry mess to deal with once it was found.