Rogers held up his hand and flexed his fingers. “This is all I need.” Puller

carried a loop of rope over one shoulder.

 

Their plan was fairly straightforward. Rogers would scale the wall and then use

the rope to get Puller and Knox to the top of it.

 

They had watched the sentries making their rounds. The guards had changed it up

from the last time Rogers had been here, but there were still gaps in the

system. “They’re going to be on higher alert,” said Knox. “They know you got

away and that you’re with us.” “And we’re not going to kill any of them unless

we have to,” Puller said to Rogers.

 

The man shrugged. “If they try to kill me, I will kill them. You got a problem

with that, stay on the beach.” Puller stared at him for a long moment.

“Actually, that’s the same rule I have.” They had chosen the far left corner of

the wall to make their ascent. Rogers had given his shoes and socks to Puller,

who’d put them in his small knapsack.

 

Puller and Knox watched as Rogers, the rope looped around his shoulder, scaled

the wall like he was walking down the street. He reached the top, scanned all

around, and then lifted himself onto the top of the wall and lay flat.

 

Knox looked at Puller. “Okay, now I’ve seen everything.” “You might see even

more in just a few minutes.” Rogers let the rope down, wound the other end