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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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ground a hundred-fifty feet below. The choppers blades and the speed they were traveling sent wind rushing through the cabin. Their insertion team of ten included Mike, another embedded SEAL from the cruise ship, and Charter Group operators.
“We see heat signatures moving at the air field. Seven,” Teague’s voice sounded in his earpiece. “One was moved to a small building next to the strip. Might be our girl. Two guards are stationed outside.”
“Roger that,” Deke answered for the group. “We’re ten clicks out from the drop zone.”
A minute later, a tap landed on Wiley’s helmet. He’d be the first to step out on the skid to prepare to fast-rope into a clearing a kilometer from the airfield.
Before sitting in the door, Wiley had checked his hookup, his rappel seat, and ring. The helicopter hovered then dropped another fifty feet. The clearing was beneath them. At a second tap, Wiley reached out and dropped his deployment bag before he quickly pivoted and stood on the strut facing the inside of the helicopter.
“Go, go, go!” Deke said, signaling with his arm for Wiley to make the jump.
With one gloved hand encircling the fat rope in front of him and his brake hand holding the rope at the small of his back, Wiley pushed off, gliding smoothly to the ground. Once there, he quickly backed off the rope, and then grabbed it to hold it steady while Mike dropped. As soon as Mike’s feet were on the ground and he was ready to assist the next team member, Wiley opened his deployment bag and removed his weapons, a web belt loaded with magazines, and a special strip. After pulling his tee from his pants and adhering the strip to his belly, Wiley turned on his night vision goggles, adjusted his earpiece and mike, and then he raced to the edge of the forest to take a knee, keeping watch as the rest of the team fast-roped to the ground. Within minutes, they all knelt just inside the forest’s edge while Deke flipped up the cover of his wrist compass. “All right. One click southwest.” He raised an arm and lowered his hand in the direction they’d head. “Sound off,” Deke said, his voice quiet as they moved out.
“Jax.”
“Mickey D.”
“Wiley.”
One by one the team answered, verifying their mikes worked and that they were together.
“We got a complication,” Teague’s voice broke in. “They’re lighting up the runway, and satellite’s confirmed a small plane approaching, traveling at low altitude.”
The team didn’t have to be told what was happening. They quickened their pace as they moved through the bushes. When they neared the runway, they slowed, halting before reaching edge of the tree line.
Wiley knelt beside Deke as they all scanned the area and took note of the drug runners’ locations. Although darkness had fallen, moonlight illuminated the area. As Teague had said, two guards were posted beside the door of a lone rickety shack.
Silently, Deke indicated to Wiley and Mike that they’d take the guards at the shack.
Wiley and Mike peeled away, running parallel to the tree line until they were behind the shack. Then crawling on their bellies, they edged their way to the side of the small metal hut. A quick glance around the building’s corner assured him the guards’ attention was on the sky to the north and the sound of an engine drawing nearer. Fiercely glad the guards were poorly trained, he moved to a crouch and crept forward.
Almost there, baby .
Poppy didn’t know how long she stood beside the door, listening so intently she was afraid to breathe unless she missed the slightest sound that would tell her when her captors came for her.
At last, she heard the scrape of feet against dirt followed by a muffled thud as something struck the side of her hut. She raised her right fist next to her face and braced. All she needed was an opening. A single hit, and then she’d dart out the door and into the forest behind the hut. What happened after that… Well, she’d worry
“We see heat signatures moving at the air field. Seven,” Teague’s voice sounded in his earpiece. “One was moved to a small building next to the strip. Might be our girl. Two guards are stationed outside.”
“Roger that,” Deke answered for the group. “We’re ten clicks out from the drop zone.”
A minute later, a tap landed on Wiley’s helmet. He’d be the first to step out on the skid to prepare to fast-rope into a clearing a kilometer from the airfield.
Before sitting in the door, Wiley had checked his hookup, his rappel seat, and ring. The helicopter hovered then dropped another fifty feet. The clearing was beneath them. At a second tap, Wiley reached out and dropped his deployment bag before he quickly pivoted and stood on the strut facing the inside of the helicopter.
“Go, go, go!” Deke said, signaling with his arm for Wiley to make the jump.
With one gloved hand encircling the fat rope in front of him and his brake hand holding the rope at the small of his back, Wiley pushed off, gliding smoothly to the ground. Once there, he quickly backed off the rope, and then grabbed it to hold it steady while Mike dropped. As soon as Mike’s feet were on the ground and he was ready to assist the next team member, Wiley opened his deployment bag and removed his weapons, a web belt loaded with magazines, and a special strip. After pulling his tee from his pants and adhering the strip to his belly, Wiley turned on his night vision goggles, adjusted his earpiece and mike, and then he raced to the edge of the forest to take a knee, keeping watch as the rest of the team fast-roped to the ground. Within minutes, they all knelt just inside the forest’s edge while Deke flipped up the cover of his wrist compass. “All right. One click southwest.” He raised an arm and lowered his hand in the direction they’d head. “Sound off,” Deke said, his voice quiet as they moved out.
“Jax.”
“Mickey D.”
“Wiley.”
One by one the team answered, verifying their mikes worked and that they were together.
“We got a complication,” Teague’s voice broke in. “They’re lighting up the runway, and satellite’s confirmed a small plane approaching, traveling at low altitude.”
The team didn’t have to be told what was happening. They quickened their pace as they moved through the bushes. When they neared the runway, they slowed, halting before reaching edge of the tree line.
Wiley knelt beside Deke as they all scanned the area and took note of the drug runners’ locations. Although darkness had fallen, moonlight illuminated the area. As Teague had said, two guards were posted beside the door of a lone rickety shack.
Silently, Deke indicated to Wiley and Mike that they’d take the guards at the shack.
Wiley and Mike peeled away, running parallel to the tree line until they were behind the shack. Then crawling on their bellies, they edged their way to the side of the small metal hut. A quick glance around the building’s corner assured him the guards’ attention was on the sky to the north and the sound of an engine drawing nearer. Fiercely glad the guards were poorly trained, he moved to a crouch and crept forward.
Almost there, baby .
Poppy didn’t know how long she stood beside the door, listening so intently she was afraid to breathe unless she missed the slightest sound that would tell her when her captors came for her.
At last, she heard the scrape of feet against dirt followed by a muffled thud as something struck the side of her hut. She raised her right fist next to her face and braced. All she needed was an opening. A single hit, and then she’d dart out the door and into the forest behind the hut. What happened after that… Well, she’d worry
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