R. L. Crossland

I studied the camp through the Starlight scope. The whole valley seemed agonizingly still---so quiet that each door slam seemed only yards away. Gurung was having a difficult time. He had barely had time to swing onto the sentry's platform when the soldier stood up to load more wood into his stove. Gurung struck. the razor-sharp kukri slashed through several lavers of clothing into the sentry's back. The sentry screamed and fumbled for his rifle. The cry echoed through the valley---then stopped abruptly with Gurung's second stroke.