4. Blood money part 2

Three shots resounded in rapid succession with a mere second between them. His speed with a bolt action rifle seemed beyond human, but it really reflected his weeks of practice, years of experience,  and hundreds of thousands of bullets expent. The perimeter guards already had their guns in the air nervously waiting for any movement to betray their attacker.
"Not today," Paul muttered as their bodies hit the ground. He hurriedly grabbed his Javelin 148, targeted the gate and initiated launch.  He left the CLU on the ground, determined to pick it up at the end of his mission.
As he ignited the fuzes on his mortars, he heard the blast of his missile hitting it's target.  Paul dashed to the awaiting dirtbike. It was 600 yards to the compound, but he was going to have to make it down these switchbacks first.
The first mortar fired and Paul checked his watch. It was 60 seconds early. But he knew he had used a 2 minute fuze. "Piece of Chinese Garbage!" Paul muttered darkly, already plotting revenge on that two-faced, Estonian arms dealer.
There was no longer time to take the switch backs. Thankfully, there were hardly any trees or shrubbery to speak of, but this steep incline was littered with rocks of all sizes.  With the throttle wide open, the bike lurched forward careening wildly toward the approaching drop off. A feeling of weightlessness overtook Paul as he flew through the air. The bike gave a harsh groan as he landed where he quickly swerved leaving mere inches between him and a rather large boulder.  With the worst behind him, he knew that he was back on schedule. The first three mortars had fired. He could see the smoke screen rising from three different areas just past the mangled remains of the entry gate.  The last one would hit a couple minutes later, but this time it would be an HE round to take care of any guards who were feeling particularly brave.  As the last mortar bomb arced through the air the scene was picturesque. Death rode a dirtbike while the sand trailed behind him, twinkling crimson in the setting sun.