The Warlock had only rocked for a few minutes when sirens began to sound.  An officer ran up.
     "Incoming cruise missiles, ma'am!  You had better take cover in your armored vehicle, ma'am!"
     His superior looked up rather nonconcerned.  "Really!"  she remarked, "Haven't we launched our countermeasures?"
     "Yes, ma'am!"  the officer answered.
     "Then don't get so excited," Warlock Young continued.  "Those old Chinese cruise missiles aren't going to get within a mile of us.  Tell all units to roll.  We are being fired upon!  They're not going to wait for their President's speech.  They have decided to attack!  I want to be in their capitol in twelve hours, but I expect the air borne units to be there in twenty minutes."
     "Yes, ma'am!"  the young officer snapped.  "They're on their way, ma'am!"  He turned around and hurried off.  His superior shook her head and smiled, walked to the nearest vehicle and climbed in. 
     When she had seated herself she looked to the driver and said  "Why are we sitting here?" 
     "The lead vehicles haven't moved out yet, ma'am!"  the driver answered. 
     "Well, then, I suggest you tell them to!"  the Warlock replied.  She clicked on her microphone.  "Communications!"  she snapped, "Give me frequency 26."
     "You have it, ma'am!"  a voice answered. 
     "Gatehouse!"  the Warlock remarked, "The guests have arrived!  Do treat them warmly.  Repeat, gatehouse, the guests have arrived!  Do treat them warmly." 
     She clicked off her mike then clicked back on.  "All frequencies," she remarked.
     Communications answered, "You have all frequencies, ma'am!"
     "Command to all units," the Warlock snapped, "proceed to infinity, repeat, proceed to infinity!"  All around Mozambique The Republic's Forces started to move, and they moved very quickly. 
     "Now," the Warlock thought, "I hope the information we have is correct.  If it isn't we're going to be in a lot of trouble!  Good luck, Warlock Renfield, good luck!"
     Many miles away far inside Mozambique Warlock Renfield of Death's Brigade 10 lay on the edge of a wood line studying a modest looking dwelling on the top of a hill.  "Doesn't look like much!"  he commented to one of the men with him, "but there's four sixty millimeter mortars concealed on each corner.  There might be some heavier artillery pieces hidden closer to the house.  The fields looked freshly tilled, but I'd lay odds they're mined!  If our information is correct they have orders to fire on any vehicle coming up the road, or, crossing the fields.  So we've got to be quick, gentlemen.  Hit them quickly!  Target the mortars on this side, and move out!  Use sonic disrupters to clear any mines on the road.  Half of us on the assault, the rest give us covering fire.  Let's go!"
     They got into the eight light armored vehicles the helicopters had lifted in for them and started up the road.  Their laser guided rockets took out the mortar positions and the two artillery pieces that suddenly uncovered and started firing on the advancing vehicles.  But not before one vehicle and its occupants were blown to pieces!

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