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“Can you assault to retrieve?” Kat asked, satisfaction in her tone.
“Affirmative. Let us go in first to secure the compound, then send in back up. We need stealth to contain the targets.”
“Copy,” Kat said.
D-Day brought the drone back and stowed it away, then picked up his assault rifle and said, “Blitz, get some C4 on those choppers. We don’t want them leaving the party early.”
“Gator and Bear, you’re with me. Let’s neutralize the guards at the front, side and back of the house, then get inside. We’ll catch them with their swim trunks down.”
Blitz chuckled. “Too bad I left my you’ve-been-spanked-by-special-ops stamp at home.”
Even Bear chuckled at that one.
“Let’s move,” D-Day said as they went down the embankment on the sides of their boots, careful to move slowly and steadily so as not to displace any soil or rocks. When they reached the bottom, D-Day said into his comm. “Cut the electricity.” That would disable security and the cameras.
Bear was already swinging a grappling hook up the ten-foot wood wall, and D-Day heard it clunk, then hold as Bear pulled. He moved out of the way for Blitz to climb up first so he could head toward the choppers. While he was clipping Flint to his harness, Gator went up and over next, then Bear climbed with ease as Flint dangled unaffected. Once he was over, D-Day grabbed the knotted rope and scrambled up the wall, dropping over the other side in fifteen seconds flat.
Blitz was already halfway to the choppers, and he, Bear, Gator and Flint fast-walked toward the side door to the house. Several guards moved around the perimeter, but it was clear they thought the loss of electricity was a blackout. Gator took out one, D-Day, the second, and Bear the third.
They checked the door to the house, and it was open. D-Day entered, moving through the hallway quickly until he came to the huge, luxury kitchen. There was a woman in there cooking dinner, pots bubbling, and something smelling damn good in the oven. Gator came up behind her, grabbed her around the neck, and choked her until she was unconscious, gently laying her on the floor while Blitz turned off the stove.
They continued through until they reached the library where several men were working on their laptops.
One of them turned and saw the SEALs, his mouth dropping open, his eyes going wide. D-Day put his finger to his lips to shush them, then gestured with his rifle toward a closet. Gator moved forward and herded them into the closet, closing the door and setting a chair under the doorknob. D-Day said into his comms. “Executing assault. Standby.”
Then they moved onto the balcony. As they approached the turquoise pool, they heard conversation, mostly in Spanish.
D-Day moved forward, one of the men saw him and started to rise, looking around frantically. They walked into the middle of them, and D-Day looked Nacho in the face and said, “The party is over boys.”
Nacho came up off the lounge and swung at D-Day, who ducked, grabbed him across the chest, and kicked his feet out from under him. He wanted to do so much more, but taking the bastard alive worked better for the DEA and CIA. He’d rather just shoot him in the face.
The man toppled onto his back, wheezing as the air was knocked out of his lungs. D-Day bent down and flipped him over, zip-tying his hands behind his back.
One of the other targets bolted for a stairway heading down to the ground floor. Bear said one word and Flint took off. The man screamed as Flint hit him in the back and sent him forward, rushing to clamp onto his arm to keep him immobilized.
All hell broke loose below as the DEA and PCD rushed the compound. Several men came up the stairs, Gator and Bear fired at them as the three targets hit the deck, bullets flying. Gator, Bear, and D-Day took cover behind posts.
Flint growled, released his target, and launched himself at the closest guard as more came up the stairs. The glass of the pool shattered, and a ton of water washed across the balcony. Gator was right near the break, and a wall of water caught Gator, washing over Nacho’s supine body and he sputtered in the flood.
The surge upended the guards, and Flint, sending them all crashing to the ground.
D-Day wrapped his arm around the post to keep himself in place as Gator shot into the open, the wave carrying him beyond cover. As the water sloshed and drained away, Gator, soaking wet, now exposed to gunfire from the displaced water, struggled to regain his balance as one of the guards fired at him. D-Day ran from cover and grabbed the back of his vest and dragged him toward safety, bullets whizzing by him. Bear returned fire, trying to keep Flint alive as the guards aimed at him.
Bear screamed a command, and Flint regained his footing faster than the guards, and like a black bullet, ran toward Bear.
He stumbled and fell, his hold on Gator strong, as he grunted with strain, dragging Gator in a powerful move that pulled his teammate out of the line of fire.
Then in a hail of bullets, the remaining guards went down as Blitz came up the stairs at a run. “You guys okay?”
Bear was quickly checking Flint as D-Day bent over Gator and said, “You good, bro?”
Gator grinned. “Don’t you know gators love the water,” he said.
D-Day chuckled and said, “We’re good, Blitz.” He stood and offered Gator his hand. He clasped it, and D-Day pulled him up, retrieving his weapon and handing it to him.
Blitz walked toward them. “Damn, I didn’t get to blow the choppers.” He nudged one of the targets as D-Day noticed blood mixed in with the water still on the deck. “At least one of you should have made it to?—”
“I think he’s dead, brother.”
