Bart and I—with our chosen lieutenants Paco and Sydney—talked out our tactics before putting the teams into the van. Or maybe "tactics" isn’t the right term for a battle plan that boils down to "drive through the fence, jump out, and blow drek up real good". My (limited) experience with the Eighty-Eights told me not to expect much security at the temporary warehouse, and the scout reports back that up. (Unless—and here’s a nasty thought—Ranger leaked details of the raid, and now they’re waiting for us with everything they’ve got. That would sure as drek take me out, but it’d also cost him nine more valuable assets, including Bart. No, the cost would be just too high.) The goal’s a quick in-and-out—maximum impact, maximum shock value, minimum personnel exposure. And that means personal explosives. That’s why everyone’s packing a half-dozen grenades: If we do it right, we’ll be back in the Bulldog and on the road again before the echoes have died away—and before whatever Eighty-Eights happen to be there know just what’s going down.