"What are you doing?" Peretz asked. He sensed the lad at he terminal was up to something because he'd split the screen and was typing in a second batch of commands on the lower half.
CC to Ian NET.RAD
"Just some systems cleanup." LeFarge tried to lie as convincingly as he knew how.
EXPN to JRAD
"Better not try to bullshit me, pal. It could be very unhealthy."
LeFarge was already aware of that. But he kept on typing trying to look as casual as he could. Almost, almost there.
"The bastard is in the blockhouse. There." Moreau motioned for the first German Stasi, Schindler. "But get a move on. He may be up to something."
With Moreau directing them, they quickly slipped the two sections of the launcher together to form a single tube approximately a meter and a half in length. The rocket grenade on the forward end looked like a round arrowhead while the back was flared to dissipate the exhaust gases. The sight and rangefinder occupied the center, and just in front of that was the handgrip and trigger.
When they had finished, he checked it over, then surveyed the mountain, where the heavy servomechanisms controlling the radars continued to rotate.
Wait a minute, he told himself with a sudden chill in his groin. Something's wrong. He's tilting the radar dishes down.
Mon Dieu!
"Get ready."