"Do you remember the plan?" Kodiak asked. "I made up the plan." answered Dyne. "Can we get on with it?" "Right." Kodiak drew back behind the Warthog's fender, moving slowly as gravel quietly crunched beneath his boots. Zeta Doradus had already set behind El Morro Point this time of year, leaving Camp Currahee in its shadow and helping mask the two seven-year-olds as they made their way between the alleys formed by Warthogs parked in rows in the compound's motor pool. The base's outdoor lights were set to turn on automatically, but wouldn't do so for another few minutes, allowing the recruits a window of opportunity.