they both knew her well enough to know even her snarkiness was weak. They got there just in time. Any longer, and she may have not been alive.
“Besides the water boarding and obvious, did they do anything else?” Maverick asked, praying they hadn’t.
“Fuck no. You would be holding my dead corpse before I let those disgusting bastards take me. Although, I doubt one of them will ever be able to piss straight again.” Even through her exhaustion, anger still seeped from her pores. Both men smirked at on e another with pride . They k new a lot of men that wouldn’t hold up as well as she had.
“You are one hell of a soldier, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here.” Dom lifted her up and carried her behind Maverick who cleared the way. They walked out into the middle of a gunfight at the O. K . Corral, but with Pop sitting on his perch, no one got close as they made their way through the gate and to the safety of the brush.
The team quickly illuminated the enemy, giving the few remaining poor saps a bang they would never forget. Romeo was the last to leave the area, tossing g re na des like a pitching machine. As they walked away, the fire blasts exploded one after another in a chain reaction, blazing at their backs to give a picture perfect scene any action movie woul d be envious of. They were bad asses through and through, and would move hell and the heavens to save one of their own. With the capture of Vice behind them, the next targets that were yet to come had no idea what they were in for or the revenge that would be reaped by this group of pissed off soldiers.
When the troops were safely over the border, a group of quads pulled up to ease their journey back to the trucks. One of the lower enlisted was nice enough to hop off and give his to Dom and Vice, who he sat snugly in front of him where he could keep her wrapped in his arms. There was no way he woul d let her go. Not now. N ot ever.
With her sitting facing him, and her arms wrapped around h is neck, he felt her doze off to the hum of the vibrations. He tucked her in tighter, slowing his speed to prolong the journey. “I’m never gonna let you out of my sight again, baby.” He wove his fingers through her hair, feeling the dirt and caked blood. His temper roared, making the little slaughter not enough. No. There would be more to fall for this. Hopefully with the documents and computer hard drives the team recovered , along with the tiny fragments they beat out of the few terrorists that talked. This mission just gained even more incentive.
Chapter F ive
A truck came tearing up the driveway, skidding to a stop in front of the house. It was too dark to tell what color it was or get a license plate number, but the make was unmistakable. A n older model Chevy extended cab that had a dark paint job was visible through the dirt cloud. Michael grabbed Betsy off the mantle and ran out to investigate, not knowing what to expect. Before he could get off the steps, a body was thrown out and the truck flipped a doughnut, peeling out and hauling ass the way it had c o me. When the dust cleared, Michael stared down at a n unconscious Vince, laying helpless in the dirt. “Girls! Call the doc!” He sat the gun down and hoisted him up over his shoulder, carrying him in the house. Mrs. Sanders, Alaina, and Violet all came rushing into the room. Alain a dialed her cell, rattling ninety miles a minute to the good ol’ doc who still thankfully made house calls after thirty years. As she hung up, she helped get him situated on the couch, and headed out to retrieve the abandoned weapon.
“What’s going on?” Mrs. Sanders had already started checking Vince’s vitals and stripping his shirt off. Cuts and scrapes marred his handsome features, following down the length of his body. Bold purple a nd blue bruises had already begu n to pop up, outlining his ribs and blotching over his torso. “Oh , baby boy. What did they do to you?” She continued her exam,
“Besides the water boarding and obvious, did they do anything else?” Maverick asked, praying they hadn’t.
“Fuck no. You would be holding my dead corpse before I let those disgusting bastards take me. Although, I doubt one of them will ever be able to piss straight again.” Even through her exhaustion, anger still seeped from her pores. Both men smirked at on e another with pride . They k new a lot of men that wouldn’t hold up as well as she had.
“You are one hell of a soldier, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here.” Dom lifted her up and carried her behind Maverick who cleared the way. They walked out into the middle of a gunfight at the O. K . Corral, but with Pop sitting on his perch, no one got close as they made their way through the gate and to the safety of the brush.
The team quickly illuminated the enemy, giving the few remaining poor saps a bang they would never forget. Romeo was the last to leave the area, tossing g re na des like a pitching machine. As they walked away, the fire blasts exploded one after another in a chain reaction, blazing at their backs to give a picture perfect scene any action movie woul d be envious of. They were bad asses through and through, and would move hell and the heavens to save one of their own. With the capture of Vice behind them, the next targets that were yet to come had no idea what they were in for or the revenge that would be reaped by this group of pissed off soldiers.
When the troops were safely over the border, a group of quads pulled up to ease their journey back to the trucks. One of the lower enlisted was nice enough to hop off and give his to Dom and Vice, who he sat snugly in front of him where he could keep her wrapped in his arms. There was no way he woul d let her go. Not now. N ot ever.
With her sitting facing him, and her arms wrapped around h is neck, he felt her doze off to the hum of the vibrations. He tucked her in tighter, slowing his speed to prolong the journey. “I’m never gonna let you out of my sight again, baby.” He wove his fingers through her hair, feeling the dirt and caked blood. His temper roared, making the little slaughter not enough. No. There would be more to fall for this. Hopefully with the documents and computer hard drives the team recovered , along with the tiny fragments they beat out of the few terrorists that talked. This mission just gained even more incentive.
Chapter F ive
A truck came tearing up the driveway, skidding to a stop in front of the house. It was too dark to tell what color it was or get a license plate number, but the make was unmistakable. A n older model Chevy extended cab that had a dark paint job was visible through the dirt cloud. Michael grabbed Betsy off the mantle and ran out to investigate, not knowing what to expect. Before he could get off the steps, a body was thrown out and the truck flipped a doughnut, peeling out and hauling ass the way it had c o me. When the dust cleared, Michael stared down at a n unconscious Vince, laying helpless in the dirt. “Girls! Call the doc!” He sat the gun down and hoisted him up over his shoulder, carrying him in the house. Mrs. Sanders, Alaina, and Violet all came rushing into the room. Alain a dialed her cell, rattling ninety miles a minute to the good ol’ doc who still thankfully made house calls after thirty years. As she hung up, she helped get him situated on the couch, and headed out to retrieve the abandoned weapon.
“What’s going on?” Mrs. Sanders had already started checking Vince’s vitals and stripping his shirt off. Cuts and scrapes marred his handsome features, following down the length of his body. Bold purple a nd blue bruises had already begu n to pop up, outlining his ribs and blotching over his torso. “Oh , baby boy. What did they do to you?” She continued her exam,
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