The Watchers

Simultaneously, they swung out and started shooting. Smith went down and screamed, but Sabino hit his marks three times, and Kamryn winged two. None left. Smith looked up. He had been hit in the shoulder and leg. “Go!” he shouted. They ran down the hall over the bodies. The two that Kamryn had hit were suffering. Sabino aimed and shot them both point blank.
“Two less to worry about,” he said, remorseless.
To their right was a door with a man behind it with his hands up.
“Please don’t kill me,” he pleaded. “I’ve got a family. Wife and three little children.”
“Open the door,” Kamryn ordered with her pistol pointed at him. The man complied, and the two of them went into the room. They hit the jackpot. Pistols, various automatic weapons, grenade and missile launchers, boxes with C8 stenciled on them, fuses, crates of electronics. Everything a demolition expert like himself needed.
“What do we do?” Kamryn said.
Sabino was smiling. “We’re gonna blow this frigging place to the moon, that’s what. Grab a few boxes of the C8, then take my knife and open up the box labeled electronic blasting caps. I’ll find the blasting transmission controls.” He looked at the man. “Where are they?” he demanded and again put the pistol to his face. The man instinctively threw his arms in front of his face and cowered to the floor.
“No, no. Don’t kill me.”
“I’m not going to kill you. Just show me where you keep your supply of radio controls.”
“They won’t do you no good,” he said, still crouched with arms up.
“What the hell do you mean? And if I find out you’re lying, I really will kill you.”
“The controls have all been preset to the mobile phone numbers of two of the elders. They are the only ones on campus that can set them off.”
“Damn!” You had better pray you have timers.”
“Yeah…yes. Do you want electronic or manual?”
“You’re really starting to piss me off,” Sabino shouted. “Did it sound like I told her to pull wires?”
“N…no.”
“Then get me a goddamn electronic one.” The man stood up, ran over to a waist-high shelf, and pulled out a blue box. Sabino looked at Kamryn. “How are you making out?”
“How many of each do you want?”
“Twenty pounds of C8 and four caps. Make sure the numbers on all caps match. If they aren’t from the same batch, the electronics might not sync right, and we could miss the ones that don’t match. Put them gently on the desk.”
The man returned with a small timer along with a single battery, which he inserted before placing the device on the table. In a few seconds, Kamryn gently placed four packs of the explosive on the table as well and dropped the caps next to them. Sabino flinched and shouted, “Carefully, I said.” He inserted the caps in each block of C8 and then placed them throughout the room next to each of the munitions he thought would yield the largest result. He smiled. This is going to be Armageddon, he thought.
“Let’s grab some stuff first.” They both took bullet-proof vests and automatic weapons with plenty of magazines. He then lifted a grenade launcher from a rack as well as some munitions for it.
“We’ll have five minutes, not a second more.”
“Ping,” she said.
“I know. You love me. I get it.” He set the timer and said, “Run!”