My friend and I were at the NW airfield. It was pitch black, and we'd crawled in over the course of a painstaking hour and a half. We'd checked all the hangars, and were clearing the 4 story tower near the control tower, when some shots rang out. I heard the shattering of glass and the snap of bullets passing right past my head. We hit the deck. The only light was from my blue chemical flare, on the 2nd story of the tower. We were on the third. I crawled to the stairs, rolled off onto the floor, and extinguished the light. Pitch black. Moonless night. Couldn't hear anything. Then, someone climbing a ladder. They were trying to get above us! We kept very still, watching the stairs up to our room. A few minutes passed with no more sounds. Until, FSHHhhhhhhhh. The bright red glow of a road flare lit up our small room. More shots were fired, but aimlessly. They didn't know we were in the 3rd story. On the dim outer reaches of the flare's light, my buddy saw them trying to enter the control tower. Bandits. Two of them. Their downfall was that barricade half covering the door. They got stuck. We opened fire with a pair of Winchesters, mine loaded with shot, his with slug. Two bandits down. The loot? Among various food and ammo, we got 3 blood bags, an M16A2 with a few magazines, and some hand grenades.