didn’t stop her from worrying about him.
Valencia was accustomed to working alone so the lack of radio communications between the team wasn’t necessarily something that worried her—much. On one level she knew she could do the job without being in contact, but the problem was if any of them were in trouble they were on their own because they were on dead silence. They had to be without communication because any devices they took in could be easily picked up on by the security at the compound and if that happened then they lost their advantage. They had all agreed, but that didn’t mean they had all liked the silent attack. She prayed they all had a successful run without getting shot, captured or killed. Right now she was half way to Eureka because she was already inside without setting off even one alarm. Of course there were alarms inside as well, she was sure of that—there were always alarms on the inside parameter and if these guys had left that out she would be surprised. She still had to air on the side of caution in order to get to the communications room. Fortunately the tripwires for the security monitoring devises were inside that room and getting there meant she could cut off everything—with hopes, before any of the guys accidently stepped on something.
She eased through the ventilation system on her belly and forearms until she came to the room she sought. There were four men inside, heavily armed and extremely big. She had been outnumbered before, and out sized. She knew she could do this, but something felt off. She didn’t have full view of the room and she couldn’t tell if anybody else was over in the corner she couldn’t spot. That corner would be on her six once she descended into the room and if somebody was in it they’d have the upper hand on her quickly. She could handle it, but could she do it while covering the guys in front of her too? Well, there was only one way to find out. It was now or never, and never wasn’t an option.
Sully shook his head as he moved cautiously through the training area. Sabian was one sick bastard that was for sure. Live IEDs strategically placed to train his men was sadistic at best. He wondered how many had fallen to the devices. He also wondered why not even the local authorities had shut this place down. It wasn’t as if there was a big government sponsored sign at the front door.
Mike had made arrangements with Admiral Caine and they all knew once they completed their mission here that they need only call him for the cleanup. He had a few men he trusted, and he was willing to call in some favors to keep things as quiet as possible until they were completely finished with what they had to do. The Florida strike would, if all went according to plan, get underway before word of this mission got out.
He heard the sound of two men’s voices approaching his position. He climbed up into one of the trees and secured himself in the mass of leaves and branches. This was like being back on duty again. He was covered in the standard military camouflage, had his favorite weapon on hand and now he was using night specs to find his way through the encampment. He didn’t realize he had missed the action so much. If life hadn’t taken the turn it had for him he would probably still be serving his country on covert ops. But life had taken a strange set of turns the moment his wife ran off, leaving his daughter in some desert motel room while she had a Vegas affair that led to her death. He owed it to Teagan to be the best father he could and in doing so he needed to be home for her. And then there was Alaina. She was the love of his life now and she already had a child for him, and was working on more—almost ready to deliver actually, yet she had assured him he should go help his friends. He knew she wanted him to stay safe, but he also knew she understood the kind of man he is. She knew he would feel guilty forever if he didn’t help his
Valencia was accustomed to working alone so the lack of radio communications between the team wasn’t necessarily something that worried her—much. On one level she knew she could do the job without being in contact, but the problem was if any of them were in trouble they were on their own because they were on dead silence. They had to be without communication because any devices they took in could be easily picked up on by the security at the compound and if that happened then they lost their advantage. They had all agreed, but that didn’t mean they had all liked the silent attack. She prayed they all had a successful run without getting shot, captured or killed. Right now she was half way to Eureka because she was already inside without setting off even one alarm. Of course there were alarms inside as well, she was sure of that—there were always alarms on the inside parameter and if these guys had left that out she would be surprised. She still had to air on the side of caution in order to get to the communications room. Fortunately the tripwires for the security monitoring devises were inside that room and getting there meant she could cut off everything—with hopes, before any of the guys accidently stepped on something.
She eased through the ventilation system on her belly and forearms until she came to the room she sought. There were four men inside, heavily armed and extremely big. She had been outnumbered before, and out sized. She knew she could do this, but something felt off. She didn’t have full view of the room and she couldn’t tell if anybody else was over in the corner she couldn’t spot. That corner would be on her six once she descended into the room and if somebody was in it they’d have the upper hand on her quickly. She could handle it, but could she do it while covering the guys in front of her too? Well, there was only one way to find out. It was now or never, and never wasn’t an option.
Sully shook his head as he moved cautiously through the training area. Sabian was one sick bastard that was for sure. Live IEDs strategically placed to train his men was sadistic at best. He wondered how many had fallen to the devices. He also wondered why not even the local authorities had shut this place down. It wasn’t as if there was a big government sponsored sign at the front door.
Mike had made arrangements with Admiral Caine and they all knew once they completed their mission here that they need only call him for the cleanup. He had a few men he trusted, and he was willing to call in some favors to keep things as quiet as possible until they were completely finished with what they had to do. The Florida strike would, if all went according to plan, get underway before word of this mission got out.
He heard the sound of two men’s voices approaching his position. He climbed up into one of the trees and secured himself in the mass of leaves and branches. This was like being back on duty again. He was covered in the standard military camouflage, had his favorite weapon on hand and now he was using night specs to find his way through the encampment. He didn’t realize he had missed the action so much. If life hadn’t taken the turn it had for him he would probably still be serving his country on covert ops. But life had taken a strange set of turns the moment his wife ran off, leaving his daughter in some desert motel room while she had a Vegas affair that led to her death. He owed it to Teagan to be the best father he could and in doing so he needed to be home for her. And then there was Alaina. She was the love of his life now and she already had a child for him, and was working on more—almost ready to deliver actually, yet she had assured him he should go help his friends. He knew she wanted him to stay safe, but he also knew she understood the kind of man he is. She knew he would feel guilty forever if he didn’t help his
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