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send her here to this ⦠this ⦠She couldnât think of a word to describe Bakym, the cruelty in his eyes, the taste of pain he left on her mouth.
She knew just what kind of horrific lesson he had planned for America. But for her ⦠?
Father, I canât do this.
She feigned sleep, but her mind told her that she had only one option.
Run.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor .
The Ranger creed, the one heâd memorized before becoming a Green Beret, thundered through Willâs brain as he lay in the forest, peering through his night-vision goggles at the Hayata compound. Lone survivor. That never felt more painfully accurate than it did tonight, with the moon slicing through the canopy overhead, the rush of wind under his black BDUs, the feeling of greasepaint filling his pores. The trees creaked, and he used the sound to rustle forward. Heâd seen a guard dressed in a pair of green fatigues and a wool hat patrolling some thirty yards ahead of him and knew the sentry would swing by for another pass soon.
With Simon packed into the cooler in the local MEâs office, Will had no choice but to devise a way to recover the package himself. He hoped to gather enough intel to formulate a plan, return in twenty-four hours, and snatch whatever package their Hayata insider had planned to pass to Simon/Hafiz. Will knew the package included intel regarding a certain highranking general in the Hayata hierarchy, but Homeland Security often operated under a need-to-know basis. They hadnât included Will in that category.
Yet.
But if he recovered the package, he might be privy to the larger plan, move into a position of influence. Maybe heâd eventually be a point man who took down the organization that stole his friend Lew Strong from his family three years ago. The organization that obliterated the lives of thousands of patriots and notched another victory for the bad guys.
Maybe heâd even help turn this war on domestic terrorism into a victory.
The Hayata compound had quieted over the last hour. Will had watched from his perch on a knoll overlooking the yard as a late-model pickup pulled up and three Hayata members emerged. Two men and a woman. No, a girl, and sheâd been afraid, evident by her faltering steps as she followed the men into the house.
Another recruit? Hayata operated under the mistaken belief that Homeland Security was blind to their devices, but their practice of importing teenagers and using them to smuggle goods across the country hadnât escaped Homeland Securityâs scrutiny. Two years ago, Will had helped HS apprehend an Hayata cell that profited from transporting cigarettes from North Carolina to Detroit, where they sold them at a higher rate and pocketed the change. The operation netted the terrorist cell millions before HS operatives had trailed their ring of teenagers and shut it down.
Besides money laundering, Hayata ran a number of lucrative businesses in the flesh-for-sale category and imported Middle Eastern opium and ephedra with a brazenness that felt like flaunting. Will had no doubt this new recruit would be masquerading as an American teenager, complete with dyed hair, earrings, and tattoos while still secretly tethered to her Hayata keepers. The thought made his stomach clench.
Will stilled, his breathing shallow as the sentry passed. Even camouflaged with his smeared-on war paint and brush cover attached to his back, a wrong breath could annihilate his mission and everything he and Simon had worked for over the past year.
The sentry stopped, stared into the woods, as if reading Willâs thoughts.
Will quelled the insane urge to jump the guard who held an AK-47. Willâs brain felt too tired to figure out where Hayata had obtained Russian hardware. How theyâd smuggled them into the country was an easier puzzle to
She knew just what kind of horrific lesson he had planned for America. But for her ⦠?
Father, I canât do this.
She feigned sleep, but her mind told her that she had only one option.
Run.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor .
The Ranger creed, the one heâd memorized before becoming a Green Beret, thundered through Willâs brain as he lay in the forest, peering through his night-vision goggles at the Hayata compound. Lone survivor. That never felt more painfully accurate than it did tonight, with the moon slicing through the canopy overhead, the rush of wind under his black BDUs, the feeling of greasepaint filling his pores. The trees creaked, and he used the sound to rustle forward. Heâd seen a guard dressed in a pair of green fatigues and a wool hat patrolling some thirty yards ahead of him and knew the sentry would swing by for another pass soon.
With Simon packed into the cooler in the local MEâs office, Will had no choice but to devise a way to recover the package himself. He hoped to gather enough intel to formulate a plan, return in twenty-four hours, and snatch whatever package their Hayata insider had planned to pass to Simon/Hafiz. Will knew the package included intel regarding a certain highranking general in the Hayata hierarchy, but Homeland Security often operated under a need-to-know basis. They hadnât included Will in that category.
Yet.
But if he recovered the package, he might be privy to the larger plan, move into a position of influence. Maybe heâd eventually be a point man who took down the organization that stole his friend Lew Strong from his family three years ago. The organization that obliterated the lives of thousands of patriots and notched another victory for the bad guys.
Maybe heâd even help turn this war on domestic terrorism into a victory.
The Hayata compound had quieted over the last hour. Will had watched from his perch on a knoll overlooking the yard as a late-model pickup pulled up and three Hayata members emerged. Two men and a woman. No, a girl, and sheâd been afraid, evident by her faltering steps as she followed the men into the house.
Another recruit? Hayata operated under the mistaken belief that Homeland Security was blind to their devices, but their practice of importing teenagers and using them to smuggle goods across the country hadnât escaped Homeland Securityâs scrutiny. Two years ago, Will had helped HS apprehend an Hayata cell that profited from transporting cigarettes from North Carolina to Detroit, where they sold them at a higher rate and pocketed the change. The operation netted the terrorist cell millions before HS operatives had trailed their ring of teenagers and shut it down.
Besides money laundering, Hayata ran a number of lucrative businesses in the flesh-for-sale category and imported Middle Eastern opium and ephedra with a brazenness that felt like flaunting. Will had no doubt this new recruit would be masquerading as an American teenager, complete with dyed hair, earrings, and tattoos while still secretly tethered to her Hayata keepers. The thought made his stomach clench.
Will stilled, his breathing shallow as the sentry passed. Even camouflaged with his smeared-on war paint and brush cover attached to his back, a wrong breath could annihilate his mission and everything he and Simon had worked for over the past year.
The sentry stopped, stared into the woods, as if reading Willâs thoughts.
Will quelled the insane urge to jump the guard who held an AK-47. Willâs brain felt too tired to figure out where Hayata had obtained Russian hardware. How theyâd smuggled them into the country was an easier puzzle to
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