HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

up to help protect his nation, but sometimes that meant making hard choices. Like now when the SEALs had to get the hell out of here instead of helping the injured.
    “Report.” It was Viking’s voice in his ear.
    “TATP. A lot of dead and wounded.”
    “Fuck,” Viking said. “Are there any medical personnel?”
    Remy scanned the area, focusing on the men and women who ran back and forth between the victims, stooping down and then yelling for aid. Presently someone appeared with a medical kit.
    “There appear to be some medics on scene.” No idea where they’d come from, but since the city was emptying out, the chances of them being in the convoy were as good as any. They couldn’t save anyone in need of surgery—no one could—but they could save those who could still be helped.
    “Thank God,” Viking muttered.
    Suddenly Remy spotted a man with a rifle silhouetted against the fires before he ducked behind a vehicle a few yards back. It could be nothing, but in this situation it didn’t pay to take a chance.
    “Gunman at six o’clock,” he barked to his guys. They dropped as one unit into the sand. “See anything, Camel?”
    Alex Kamarov was their sniper. Camel could take down target after target for hours without missing a beat. All the SEALs were expert marksman, but Camel was the one who could take the difficult shots and make them work every time.
    Camel had his eye to his scope. “Nothing.”
    At that moment, a bullet whizzed over their heads before the sound of the shot cracked into the night.
    “Son of a bitch,” Remy said into the mic. “We’re taking fire.”
    Just what they fucking needed with the carnage all around them. These people had been through enough tonight, and now this too.
    “I can go around,” Camel said. “Twenty yards to the left and I’ll have a clear shot. But you two need to keep his attention.”
    “Yeah, go on, we got it,” Remy said.
    “Don’t lift your head for more than a split second,” Camel warned. “If he’s any good, you won’t have time to wonder if he’s going to shoot.”
    “Yes, dear,” Money drawled.
    Camel slunk away into the night while Remy kept his gaze on the vehicle where the gunman had gone. He couldn’t see any legs, which meant the guy was either hiding behind the tire or not there anymore.
    Still, if they were going to give Camel a chance, he had to raise his head. He lifted up and then ducked back down. Another bullet whizzed overhead. This dude had definitely tagged them as a target.
    Money popped up this time and another bullet sounded in the night. And then a second bullet sounded, only this one came from the left.
    “Mission accomplished,” Camel said coolly in their ears.
    “Thank fuck,” Viking replied. “Get your asses back here. We’re leaving ASAP.”
    The three of them humped it back to the group. Cowboy and Viking were waiting outside the vans, both of which were now running. Remy breathed a sigh of relief. They could have all crammed into—and on top of—one van, but it would have been rough going.
    “We’re going to split into two groups again. If we have to go our separate ways, we can.” Viking eyed him. “What do you think about our gunman?”
    Remy shrugged. “Opportunist. If there was anyone looking for us, they’d have sent more than one guy. I think he saw us in our gear, identified us as Americans, and decided to take the shot.”
    “Agreed,” Camel said. “I saw no one else in the scope, no other activity or signs of an enemy.”
    “It’s possible that’s who got blown up,” Remy added. “If a group of tangos were transporting TATP, it could have exploded and killed everyone—except this guy who might have been out taking a piss.”
    “That’s likely,” Viking said. “That shit is seriously unstable.”
    Cowboy took out a map and Viking ran his finger along a route. Of course they had GPS, but they still did things old-school too. You never knew when you’d be out of range of a