other. They stopped often and listened carefully. After about forty minutes, Burke signaled to stop and after a few tense seconds, Rocky and Marv appeared out of the night.
“We got good info and a plan, boss,” Rocky reported.
Robin indicated for the men to gather. In quiet whispers, Rocky and Marv explained what they saw and how they planned to do the rescue. Three hostages were around one of the several campfires in the area. They could hear a woman moaning in an old shack who was probably the fourth hostage and she sounded in bad shape. Time to move.
E IGHT
THE TEAM WALKED IN SINGLE FILE until Rocky indicated they were at the camp. Immediately Rocky led six men to the right. Robin and Burke moved to the left. Mike Collins started setting up claymore mines along the trail.
Robin and Burke crept silently, merging with the shadows in the jungle until they were at the back of the shack Rocky had described…putting it between them and most of the terrorists. Still, there were three men at the back. Loud snoring confirmed two were asleep, but one stood awake and fully on guard. He turned towards the shack when the woman cried out or moaned in between her sobbing.
Robin signaled Burke to take the alert man and he would take care of the sleepers. Both drew their knives.
The woman cried out again and a laugh followed a man speaking broken English and describing sexual acts too brutal for Robin to contemplate.
The guard let his weapon hang on its sling and rubbed his crotch…his last sexual act. Burke dropped the man's lifeless body as Robin efficiently inserted his knife into the medulla of both his targets, twisting the blade to put them in permanent sleep.
As they moved to the rear door, Robin found it hard to control the seething anger burning inside him. The woman yelped and a man laughed at her pain causing Robin to want to smash the man's face into the rough logs of the shack. He pushed these thoughts back and breathed deeply, focusing on the mission as he and Burke drew Glock 9mm pistols loaded with subsonic ammunition and attached silencers.
Burke had the same cold, resolved look Robin now felt.
He pressed his mic button to send a static hash and signal the team to move in. He and Burke entered the shack through the partially opened door.
In candlelight, Robin's sights found a head directly in front. He squeezed the trigger in a double tap, then swung to the left and sighted on the head of a man standing with his pants down. Robin fired another double tap. Then scanning the room he saw Burke shoot a man naked from the waist down with an erection. A fourth man lay on the dirt floor, his pants around his ankles.
A nude woman was tied down over a rough-hewn wooden bench, badly beaten and bleeding from the mouth, vagina and anus. The horror of what these men had been doing turned Robin's stomach. He bent down and gently put his hand on the woman's forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she whispered something in Russian.
“We're getting you out of here.” Robin whispered in his text book Russian.
“Americans?”
Robin held his finger to his lips.
The woman nodded with a sob of relief.
Burke handed Robin a blanket.
Robin lifted the woman's body as gently as he could to the sitting position and wrapped her. He picked her up and she shuddered, but put her arms around his neck.
Two men came around the corner of the shack as Robin and Burke were leaving through the door they came in. Chunks of both men's heads went flying as Burke took both of them out with successive shots. The two men moved through the jungle as quickly as they could without causing the woman too much pain.
A shot rang out, then another. Automatic weapons began to chatter and bullets started flying everywhere. Men shouted and a woman screamed. Ahead, Robin saw Mike Collins waving them toward the trail. Robin knew the claymores were within the next fifty feet.
“Burke, stay and help with the holding action!”
“Roger!”
Rocky had led
“We got good info and a plan, boss,” Rocky reported.
Robin indicated for the men to gather. In quiet whispers, Rocky and Marv explained what they saw and how they planned to do the rescue. Three hostages were around one of the several campfires in the area. They could hear a woman moaning in an old shack who was probably the fourth hostage and she sounded in bad shape. Time to move.
E IGHT
THE TEAM WALKED IN SINGLE FILE until Rocky indicated they were at the camp. Immediately Rocky led six men to the right. Robin and Burke moved to the left. Mike Collins started setting up claymore mines along the trail.
Robin and Burke crept silently, merging with the shadows in the jungle until they were at the back of the shack Rocky had described…putting it between them and most of the terrorists. Still, there were three men at the back. Loud snoring confirmed two were asleep, but one stood awake and fully on guard. He turned towards the shack when the woman cried out or moaned in between her sobbing.
Robin signaled Burke to take the alert man and he would take care of the sleepers. Both drew their knives.
The woman cried out again and a laugh followed a man speaking broken English and describing sexual acts too brutal for Robin to contemplate.
The guard let his weapon hang on its sling and rubbed his crotch…his last sexual act. Burke dropped the man's lifeless body as Robin efficiently inserted his knife into the medulla of both his targets, twisting the blade to put them in permanent sleep.
As they moved to the rear door, Robin found it hard to control the seething anger burning inside him. The woman yelped and a man laughed at her pain causing Robin to want to smash the man's face into the rough logs of the shack. He pushed these thoughts back and breathed deeply, focusing on the mission as he and Burke drew Glock 9mm pistols loaded with subsonic ammunition and attached silencers.
Burke had the same cold, resolved look Robin now felt.
He pressed his mic button to send a static hash and signal the team to move in. He and Burke entered the shack through the partially opened door.
In candlelight, Robin's sights found a head directly in front. He squeezed the trigger in a double tap, then swung to the left and sighted on the head of a man standing with his pants down. Robin fired another double tap. Then scanning the room he saw Burke shoot a man naked from the waist down with an erection. A fourth man lay on the dirt floor, his pants around his ankles.
A nude woman was tied down over a rough-hewn wooden bench, badly beaten and bleeding from the mouth, vagina and anus. The horror of what these men had been doing turned Robin's stomach. He bent down and gently put his hand on the woman's forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she whispered something in Russian.
“We're getting you out of here.” Robin whispered in his text book Russian.
“Americans?”
Robin held his finger to his lips.
The woman nodded with a sob of relief.
Burke handed Robin a blanket.
Robin lifted the woman's body as gently as he could to the sitting position and wrapped her. He picked her up and she shuddered, but put her arms around his neck.
Two men came around the corner of the shack as Robin and Burke were leaving through the door they came in. Chunks of both men's heads went flying as Burke took both of them out with successive shots. The two men moved through the jungle as quickly as they could without causing the woman too much pain.
A shot rang out, then another. Automatic weapons began to chatter and bullets started flying everywhere. Men shouted and a woman screamed. Ahead, Robin saw Mike Collins waving them toward the trail. Robin knew the claymores were within the next fifty feet.
“Burke, stay and help with the holding action!”
“Roger!”
Rocky had led
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