SEAL's Spitfire by Lynne St. James & Operation Alpha

Author:Lynne St. James & Operation Alpha [James, Lynne St. & Alpha, Operation]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aces Press, LLC
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

Once they were gathered in the Tactical Operations Center, Bill signed in to the video transmission from Joint Special Operations Command. An hour later they had their mission plan, the direction had come from the president, and there was no arguing with the commander-in-chief. Orders were orders. It sucked that they’d have to wait two days to go get her. But JSOC wanted proof of life and double confirmation of her location before they went in to do the rescue. Rafe prayed that the mission to save Miranda Stanhope didn’t mean a death sentence for the rest of the hostages.

After the briefing with JSOC was finished, Captain Knox continued with the specifics, going over maps and locations until they had their plan nailed down.

“You’ll helo in at oh-one hundred. If they haven’t moved her, it’ll be about fifteen klicks to the HVT. You need to be at the EXFIL at oh-five-hundred,” Captain Knox finished. “Any questions?”

“No, sir,” Jake responded for all of them. None of them were happy, from the captain on down. Their only option was to rescue Miranda and take out her captors before they could alert the others. And if they had good intel on where the other hostages were being held, they should be able to free them before it was too late. There were a lot of ‘if’s’ in the equation, but it wasn’t the worst plan they’d ever had to execute.

“I don’t like this, Boss,” Rafe said so only Jake could hear him.

“It doesn’t matter. You know the drill. It’s not the first double extraction we’ve done. It won’t be our last.”

“Usually they’re in the same location. We’re not even sure where the other hostages are being held.”

“Rafe, I know you’ve never been personally invested before, but these are our orders. Is this a problem?”

“No, sir.” Jake was right, he needed to get his head on straight. This was what they did, what they trained for every fucking day.

Back at their tent, they went over the maps, searched the terrain and re-read the reports. As tired as he had been, Rafe didn’t rest until late afternoon when his body didn’t give him a choice.

A wet tongue woke him too soon. He’d been dreaming about Meghan and didn’t appreciate Halo licking him awake. “What the fuck, man?”

“Jake sent me to wake you for dinner, bro. Unless you’d rather have an MRE?” Cam answered, but all he saw was the teeth and tongue of his furry teammate.

“Fuck, no.”

“Then you owe Halo an apology.”

Cam was right. “Thanks, boy.” He swore the dog smiled at him before trotting after Cam. Rubbing the sleep off his face, he checked the time and did some quick calculations. It was eight thirty a.m. in Atlanta. Way too early to call, but not to text. Texting would definitely be safer. There were too many things he couldn’t share with her, but he didn’t want to go dark without at least checking that she was okay. It might be a while before he had another chance.

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