Someone yelled, [i]Fire in the Hole![/i] Gigger knew that meant explosives had been set and it was time to leave. HE grabbed his brother and the two headed back out the same door he had just come in. He knew there was a firefight going on out there and tried to be as careful as possible. So far none of the Soviets had made it around to the back of the building yet. Someone yelled for the other team to get the hell out or maybe they heard the Fire in the hole call go out. They weren’t there any longer; except the one man who wouldn’t be going anywhere anymore; slumped halfway across the entrance to the Williston barracks.

The sun was casting rays across the Burlington area. The sound of the burning police car was crackling from the street. Other Vermont militiamen were moving about trying to get a peek the enemy dying on the street. Gigger wondered what was going on at the airport. There was sporadic gunfire now. Most of the intense gunfire had quieted down. [i]Who controlled the airfield now?[i] Preston Giguere thought to himself. He and Ben ran to the bushes away from St. George’s Road and away from the building. He and his brother would cover the withdrawal of the rest of the team as they moved.

There were militiamen like him all over the place now. He didn’t want to shoot one of them and he wasn’t sure what the bad guys looked like. They may have had different uniforms. He was scared and this was crazy. [i]How the hell did I get myself into this shit?[/i] Preston thought to himself.

“Better off dead than telling his friends what we look like,” Master Sergeant Tyus Morse told Danny after he killed the Stasi officer. He turned to leave and said, “fuck the Geneva Convention,” in hushed tones. [i]Well today, anyway.[/i] The Sergeant moved with Danny getting their asses out of the building. He chased after the Giguere brothers; about a minute behind them. He could see where they were hiding as soon as he came out and took up a position with them, aiming his rifle in the direction of where the ambush had happened. Now it was a firefight between the survivors. 

“We need to get out of here, most riki-tik,” Sergeant Morse muttered. Softly he spoke under his breath, “blow the building Danny. Let’s get out of here.”