Chapter 3
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Now fully in combatmode, Sam left his misgivings behind as he moved through the dense vegetation, blending with the black night. He continued to sweep his surroundings just as his teammates were doing.
Almost five klicks covered.
The rain had just dwindled to a drizzle again, which disappointed him. Until now, a heavy downpour had shielded any noise of them pushing hard through thick vegetation.
They should reach their anticipated observation point in six minutes.
He hadn’t hiked so fast in the rain since the Bamako operation where they’d had to track down a traitor to the US. Loser thought no one would find him in Mali after he’d stolen secrets from one of the largest aerospace companies in the US.
That had been bloodier than expected with the small army the traitor had hired to protect him.
The HAMR Brotherhood made sure he’d wasted his money.
Nitro’s hushed voice came through all the comm units. “We’re close. Should have visual in another fifty yards. Spread out.”
Sam moved to his predetermined position just far enough away to see Nitro on his left and Angel on his right painted in greenish-gray tones from his NVG monocular.
All at once, the rain and wind died down.
Like cemetery quiet.
Blood surged in Sam’s ears. His senses sharpened. He listened for even a leaf to flutter.
Nitro lifted a hand to signal where he would stop.
Sam and the other two dropped low, creeping up to join him.
Man, what a house. This compound hopefully held a kidnapped US senator and the elusive W, the man behind extraordinary deadly events.
Deaths in the creative attacks normally ranged well over fifty and injuries into the hundreds.
Every August for the past five years, W orchestrated a heinous crime against humanity. At each event, someone barely alive, but chosen specifically to send a message, was left hanging in a macabre setting with the letter W slashed into their abdomen.
Allowed to be visible long enough for photographs and videos to be taken. Then kaboom.
This monster wanted the world to fear his power.
That’s why Moose and Logan believed W might be the one who orchestrated this kidnapping. Senator Turner sat on the Foreign Affairs committee in congress. He’d made stopping W the center point of his last campaign, which got him reelected. As a frontrunner to become the next US president, Turner was pulling out all the stops to destroy W.
The senator had a pair of steel balls, but he’d challenged a vicious criminal and might end up paying the ultimate price.
Sam and this FALCA team would love to drag W back to face justice but rescuing the senator was paramount to everything else.
Nothing came before that mission.
On the other hand, if W turned his firepower on Sam’s team, the murderer’s notorious legend would end here.
They were far enough away from the mansion for them to talk quietly through their comm units. Sam took in the huge structure sitting on an island of landscaped property surrounded by miles of forest and jungle. “Looks like a good place for a cartel to hang out, Cuz.”
Nitro replied, “True, but Moose would have found out by now if any were involved.”
