Evening fell as a guerrilla appeared at the door to Wei Tianyang's room.
"The bomb is in the camp, a small one, encased in a silver suitcase, about the size of a watermelon."
He nodded and asked, "How far is the camp from here?"
"It takes four hours on foot."
He looked at his digital watch on his left wrist, estimating the time.
"Leaving now, we'll get there right around midnight," he muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, several other guerrillas entered the room. They had already prepared their weapons, including rifles, light machine guns, and even rocket launchers.
They gathered around Wei Tianyang, and one of the older team members spread out a map on the floor.
It was an old, yellowed map, the edges frayed and torn, with creases dividing the large sheet into a dozen square cells.
The camp was 40 kilometers northwest of the red house, in the opposite direction of the He Mountain Prison Camp.
