Wire had been strung between the trees above the tunnel mouth to catch the radio waves bounced off the atmosphere. Lensman took the coded pages and translated them with a one time pad. There was a simple request and a number of suggested map references.
The squad assembled under the evening sun around a roasting goat. Lensman laid a large map on the flat stone that served as a table. “We have been asked to carry out harassing attacks and sabotage on the enemy in certain regions.” He circled six areas with a wax pencil. “I know some of these targets are on the Plains,” he pre-empted Mov’s complaint, “and there is further to fall back. But they are unlikely to search for us in the mountains.”
Rey leaned over the map. “These three areas are closely grouped. If we coordinate attacks the confusion should allow us time to withdraw.”
“And they are closer to the hills.” Kess added, with relief, “We can block any pursuit easier where the land has proper contours.”
“Four day’s march. Assemble all the equipment you need and we shall leave in the morning.”