Doug and Mark, his hostage rescue team, around the edge of the camp. He told Marv to set up the cover team. Rocky scanned the immediate area from overgrowth about twenty yards from where the hostages were located.
By the light of two campfires, Rocky saw two hostages were asleep on the ground and one sat on a log with her head in her hands. There were at least four terrorists in the immediate area of the hostages. Two were awake and talking to each other and the other two slept on the ground nearby. Rocky tapped Mark's shoulder and pointed to the hostages.
Mark nodded.
Rocky tapped Doug's arm, pointed to the sleeping men and ran his finger across his throat.
Doug nodded.
Rocky pointed to himself and then pointed to the two terrorists who were awake. Doug and Mark acknowledged and the men then focused their attention to the camp. A few seconds later, Robin's static hash broke in their ear pieces. They moved forward…dark, dangerous shadows gliding through the night.
Rocky held his silenced Glock at eye level, the tritium night sights lined up on the awake terrorist farthest from him. At fifteen yards, Rocky fired two rounds and the man fell over. He swung his pistol to the right, his shots made the other man's head snap back as he dropped to the ground.
Doug took care of the sleeping men and Rocky motioned for him to help Mark with the hostages while he covered them. Rocky holstered the Glock and unslung his Commando assault carbine.
Jessica Lanthrop had no emotional reserves left. She believed she was going to die all because she wanted to prove she wasn't a mindless, spoiled rich girl. She looked up at the stars. Well, at least she did prove that before she died. Jessica almost screamed when she saw three shadowy figures moving toward her from the darkjungle, but the closest man to her put his finger to his lips. She realized they were there for her and her friends. She jumped when one of the men shot two of her captors who were talking to each other and then again when the third man shot two who were sleeping.
“Americans,” the closest man whispered. “We're getting you out of here. Wake your friends.”
She bent down and shook Alana. Betsy raised her head and started getting up. A man yelled and a shot rang out. Then more shots. Fear churned through Jessica's gut and she screamed as her rescuer grabbed her and pulled her to the trees.
Marv's team was set to cover the extraction. He saw Rocky take out the guards. Marv repeatedly scanned the area in front of him and could see there were a lot more than thirty terrorists.
A head popped up.
Marv put his night sights on it and fired one round. The head disappeared. Other men rose only to be cut down by Marv's team. The number of awakening terrorists grew rapidly and soon there were more shooting terrorists than the covering team could handle. Fortunately, the terrorists were undisciplined and fired wildly in the night.
Rocky's voice came over Marv's headset. “We're moving out, Marv.”
“Just in time. We're right behind ya.”
Robin barely noticed it started raining as he moved as quickly as he could down the trail carrying an extra one hundred and ten pounds. He wanted to create distance so he could give the woman first aid until Willy Young could get to them with his paramedic kit. Heavy gunfire reverberated in the jungle until he heard an explosion and then three more. Robin smiled. Mike's handiwork .
He went for another half mile before he began to feel an all too familiar pain in the middle of his back. He stopped and gently propped the woman against a tree. He suddenly gasped and arched as an invisible fist twisted the muscles in the middle of his back. The spasm passed and he bent over to help release the tension. When he straightened, the woman looked at him with questioning eyes.
“Just an old wound.”
She nodded in understanding.
Robin pulled off his pack, retrieved his trauma kit and started cleaning the wounds on her face.
“Please
By the light of two campfires, Rocky saw two hostages were asleep on the ground and one sat on a log with her head in her hands. There were at least four terrorists in the immediate area of the hostages. Two were awake and talking to each other and the other two slept on the ground nearby. Rocky tapped Mark's shoulder and pointed to the hostages.
Mark nodded.
Rocky tapped Doug's arm, pointed to the sleeping men and ran his finger across his throat.
Doug nodded.
Rocky pointed to himself and then pointed to the two terrorists who were awake. Doug and Mark acknowledged and the men then focused their attention to the camp. A few seconds later, Robin's static hash broke in their ear pieces. They moved forward…dark, dangerous shadows gliding through the night.
Rocky held his silenced Glock at eye level, the tritium night sights lined up on the awake terrorist farthest from him. At fifteen yards, Rocky fired two rounds and the man fell over. He swung his pistol to the right, his shots made the other man's head snap back as he dropped to the ground.
Doug took care of the sleeping men and Rocky motioned for him to help Mark with the hostages while he covered them. Rocky holstered the Glock and unslung his Commando assault carbine.
Jessica Lanthrop had no emotional reserves left. She believed she was going to die all because she wanted to prove she wasn't a mindless, spoiled rich girl. She looked up at the stars. Well, at least she did prove that before she died. Jessica almost screamed when she saw three shadowy figures moving toward her from the darkjungle, but the closest man to her put his finger to his lips. She realized they were there for her and her friends. She jumped when one of the men shot two of her captors who were talking to each other and then again when the third man shot two who were sleeping.
“Americans,” the closest man whispered. “We're getting you out of here. Wake your friends.”
She bent down and shook Alana. Betsy raised her head and started getting up. A man yelled and a shot rang out. Then more shots. Fear churned through Jessica's gut and she screamed as her rescuer grabbed her and pulled her to the trees.
Marv's team was set to cover the extraction. He saw Rocky take out the guards. Marv repeatedly scanned the area in front of him and could see there were a lot more than thirty terrorists.
A head popped up.
Marv put his night sights on it and fired one round. The head disappeared. Other men rose only to be cut down by Marv's team. The number of awakening terrorists grew rapidly and soon there were more shooting terrorists than the covering team could handle. Fortunately, the terrorists were undisciplined and fired wildly in the night.
Rocky's voice came over Marv's headset. “We're moving out, Marv.”
“Just in time. We're right behind ya.”
Robin barely noticed it started raining as he moved as quickly as he could down the trail carrying an extra one hundred and ten pounds. He wanted to create distance so he could give the woman first aid until Willy Young could get to them with his paramedic kit. Heavy gunfire reverberated in the jungle until he heard an explosion and then three more. Robin smiled. Mike's handiwork .
He went for another half mile before he began to feel an all too familiar pain in the middle of his back. He stopped and gently propped the woman against a tree. He suddenly gasped and arched as an invisible fist twisted the muscles in the middle of his back. The spasm passed and he bent over to help release the tension. When he straightened, the woman looked at him with questioning eyes.
“Just an old wound.”
She nodded in understanding.
Robin pulled off his pack, retrieved his trauma kit and started cleaning the wounds on her face.
“Please
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