Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Aaron's Honor (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Men of Mercy Book 8) by Lindsay Cross

enough. Trent, put her in the back, but be careful not to bruise her further.”
    The blond man with a scar running down his jaw crossed the distance between them so quickly she didn't have time to react. He hauled her to the car and tossed her in the back seat. Celine scrambled for the other door, but he grabbed her foot and yanked, sending her sprawling on the seat. The door in front of her opened and Solana stood there.
    “You should learn to keep your mouth shut, it will make your life much easier in the future. Dmitri doesn't like mouthy women.”
    Celine started to shake as she realized she wasn't going to meet the senator, or even going home. “My family will find me.”
    “Your family doesn't care about you. No one does.” Solana hissed and leaned down over Celine.
    She felt a sharp prick in her arm, saw Solana holding a needle and her terror returned.
    “Caroline.” Celine's tongue felt thick and heavy, her body hot.
    “You want to see your precious Caroline?” Solana slowly lifted the veil covering her face.
    Celine tried to scream but all she could do was moan and stare up helplessly into the girls face.
    There was no scarred skin or even the dark hair and skin like she'd expected. No, Celine stared up at the picturesque blond beauty of Caroline Cotter.
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
    “You ready, Ghost?” Aaron crouched behind a cluster of boulders on the west side of the road at the center of the small valley where the meet would take place. Mountains jutted up from the earth, tall and stark, marking the start of the Hindukush Mountain range at the border of the desert. 
    “I'm ready.” Ghost lifted his binoculars and swept the south region where the caravan should be arriving. “Crow's nest, ready?”
    “Roger,” Hoyt said through the comm. He and Jared had set up directly above Aaron and Ghost on the first over watch position.
    “Charlie, ready?” Ghost asked.
    “Roger, the B&B is up and running.” Beatle and Blade from Delta Force had set up on the hill top across the road for second over watch.
    Hollywood and Fletch were positioned on the east side of the road behind some thick shrubs and rocks. “Check.”
    “Got movement. Two tangos approaching from the south, one klick out.” Cord Carter's voice came through their secure communication line. He was with the rest of TF-S at the south entrance to the valley, ready to fall in behind the cars carrying the girls coming up from the south.
    “We got three coming from up top. Half a klick.” Aaron recognized Truck's deep voice, the man aptly named. “Three men per vehicle. They're armed.” Coach and Riser were with Truck, ready to cut off any vehicle trying to make a run when the shit went down.
    Their goal was simple, get Celine and Caroline out unharmed from an unknown number of enemy combatants on a mission they'd only had hours to plan.
    “The Russian's made the party,” Truck said.
    A few seconds later a line of white SUV's entered the valley from the north and parked about fifty meters from center. Aaron didn't need his binoculars this close to see loaded vehicles. “Crow, you got a bead?”
    “Roger.”
    “South SUV's breaching. Ready. Four men in the first vehicle, two in the next. No sign of the targets,” Hunter said. Hunter, Ranger, Ethan and Cord would fall in behind as soon as they gave the signal.
    This could be a trap if Mr. J knew they were in the country, he knew TF-S wouldn't let him harm Celine or Caroline. On the heels of that thought, came another - just because they couldn't see the girls sitting up in the vehicles didn't mean they weren't there. If Mr. J had wanted easy transport, two unconscious bodies were a lot easier to handle. “Need to be ready for carry out.”
    The second vehicle parked fifty meters from center, almost directly in front of Aaron. He searched the windows of the black SUVs for any sign of the girls.
    “She's in there, my intel was right. Trust me,” Ghost said.
    How the hell was he