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Tristan pointed. “That’s a perfect plan.”
Langston nodded, more certain about the plan than ever. “I’ll call Spencer. We need to be ready when the plane touches down.”
“We’ll be ready,” they agreed, determination in their voices.
* * *
Same day.
11:00 a.m.
The sun was high in the sky, and a breeze gently brushed past the tactical team as they gathered at the airstrip where the plane landed.
Everything was in place for a hostage rescue mission. Langston, Tristan, Malik, and Spencer—along with their team of tactical men—were all in place, equipped with body armor and weapons, and ready to go.
Loading into different vehicles, they headed towards The Collective’s hideout spot. They had a map drawn of where the place should be, but no one was precisely certain.
As they neared the suspected location, the team noticed a group of heavily armed guards patrolling the area. With a quick signal from Langston, the vehicles split up to take separate routes and flank the guards without alerting them.
Once they’d gotten close enough, they abandoned their vehicles on the side of the road and moved into a wooded area. While authorities set up a perimeter back on the street, the tactical crew penetrated deeper into the woods, determined, unafraid, and courageous as they approached. Each man was on full alert, with his weapon ready as they proceeded in stealthy strides toward the awaiting danger.
The atmosphere around them was tense, each man taking the necessary precautions to prevent any surprises or attacks from The Collective.
As they crept forward, a small guardhouse came into view. From what Langston could tell, it was lightly guarded, containing just a few armed militants standing outside the entrance. The team moved swiftly to take cover behind some trees, keeping as quiet as possible while they assessed their next move.
Langston eyed his brothers, lifted his hand, pointed at both of them, then turned his index finger toward the guards. They nodded, agreeing with his unspoken plan.
They waited until the guards were all engaged in conversation and not paying close attention. It was then Langston, Tristan, and Malik moved in and took out the guards swiftly and silently, their training and experience coming into play as they worked as a team.
After the guards were silenced, Langston and Malik each donned one of the guard’s uniforms. With the help of their crew, they dragged the guards out of sight to keep any others that may come across them from setting off an alarm.
Langston motioned for everyone to fan out and group into a formation that would provide maximum coverage when penetrating the hideout. As they breached the door, Langston made a mental note of the layout and any potential trips or obstacles they might face. They had to be prepared for anything and everything.
The crew moved like one entity, guns at the ready, sweeping through the rooms, checking for any signs of Lisa and Destiny. They had the element of surprise, and their silent movements did not raise any alarms as they cautiously crept down the corridors of the hideout.
Langston, Tristan, and Malik entered a room on the left where four men turned and almost ignored them because of the guard’s uniforms they wore, but the heavily armed weapons made one of them curious, and he spoke to them in his foreign language.
Recognizing the language, Malik responded, but gunfire in the next room made them all react at once. Without missing a beat, Langston, Tristan, and Malik fired their weapons, and Langston charged one of the four men, punching him fiercely, taking him down to the floor hard.
“We’re close. Split up, and let’s find them!” Langston barked.
* * *
In the backof the hideout, Lisa sat on the floor with her knees drawn up and her forehead resting on her crossed arms. She was exhausted, famished, and weary, but the first sound of a gunshot made her head snap up. Her eyes widened as the gunfire continued to sound in rapid bursts, and she knew that could only mean one thing—rescue had arrived.
A smile flashed across her face, and she quickly jumped to her feet and ran to the door where the bricks lay on the ground.
She lifted one in the air and stood behind the door, ready to protect herself should the person who entered be one of the terrorists.
“Oh, my God,” Destiny cried in the corner. She’d been weeping and sleeping, moaning and sleeping, curled in a corner since Cynthia had been taken.
Sounds of a fight outside the door made Lisa’s heart rock. She brought her attention back to the entrance when it burst open. She lifted the brick and swung down as a strong hand caught her wrist, and Langston turned to face her.
She gasped. “Langston!” Chills ran down her body as she dropped the brick, fell into his chest, and wept with relief.
“Lisa...” He cuddled her closer, tightening her in an embrace so constricted, she could barely breathe without the assistance of his breaths pushing against her chest.
“I knew you would come. I knew it!” she cried.
