The familiar crackle of his communications set alerted him.
"One-two charlie this is one-niner...message...over..."
"One-two charlie send...over..."
"One-niner...zero-two trishaws...twelve o'clock position...one hundred metres...five mikes...over..."
"One-two charlie...roger...message copied...standby...over..."
Staff Sergeant Milhan looked over his shoulder to see four pairs of eyes looking straight at him with aniticipation.
"Get ready to rock n roll, fellas..."