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“Fuck yeah, I am,” Danny agreed. “I say Reese and I go—and whoever else…?” He glanced around us.
I looked to Greer and cocked a brow. He was a six-foot-five grunt with many talents, whether it was close combat or marksmanship. Cullen was much the same in height and mass, but he’d been blunt about not getting in the way because his stamina wasn’t what it used to be. Additionally, he’d been shot when we’d rescued Crew in Belize last year.
Greer shook his head. “You want me with the others,” he said. “Where are you gonna hide me? Chances are, when you arrive at the estate or wherever the supplies are going, you’ll be laying low for hours. Cullen and I will manage the explosives and make sure everyone else gets in before we throw our weight around.”
That was fair—and a solid plan.
“If I may offer my expertise,” Coach drawled. “Send your best sniper. We’re all good enough shots to take down guards on a wall or watchtower—but on the actual property, you might need precision skills beyond that.”
Fuck. He had a point. We’d be surrounded by civilians, more or less.
Elliott, River, and I turned to Joel.
Given what he’d dedicated his life to, I assumed he was our best.
Joel nodded with a dip of his chin. “Sure.”
“You’re not with the Hillcroft outlaws, are you?” Cullen wondered.
“Outlaws,” I snorted.
“No, I’m with the Coast Guard,” Joel answered.
“He’s former HITRON,” Elliott elaborated.
And you wannahitthat so badly, buddy.
Greer let out a low whistle, visibly impressed. And who wouldn’t be? Joel had been on the front line of the drug war for almost twenty years. But while the rest of us had trekked through jungles and infiltrated cartels or staged extractions, he had sat in a helicopter speeding after smugglers in the Pacific and the Caribbean. Turbulence, crashing waves, a precision rifle, and a tiny target some one hundred and fifty feet below, usually a boat engine.
It was settled. Danny, Joel, and I were hopefully hiding our asses in the back of a delivery truck tomorrow.
“I can drive you there,” Mathis said. “You’ll need to sleep on the way. When I get back, I can join Greer and Cullen.”
I nodded and turned to Greer. “Before he took a civilian job as a personal driver to some rich suit in Boston, he was Hillcroft’s top man for handling arms dealers in the Middle East. He has connections every-fucking-where.”
Mathis chuckled and took a swig of his water.
Coach glanced over at me. “How would you describe me?”
“You’re Darius Quinn if he knew how to operate a laptop,” I replied flatly.
At least I made Danny, Elliott, and Mathis laugh.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Coach said. “Now, if I could just hold on to a woman like he does his hubby…”
“If you figure that out, let me know,” Elliott chuckled.
“I have words I wanna say to you right now, but I’m not going to,” I told him. “We’ll save that for the barbecue when all this is over.”
He narrowed his eyes at me but said nothing.
Sweet cheeks.
Emerson got us back on track. “Okay, we have our delivery team—Reese, Danny, and Joel. I want to put Elliott in charge of the sector two entrance for the rest of you, and that includes Greer, Cullen, Mathis, and River.”
“And me,” Coach announced, to my surprise. I’d thought he was staying back. “We only need one man staying behind, and that’s you, Em. We’ll have you in our ears, and you can tell us what Willow is doing.” He turned to me next. “I’ll give you the second phone.”
I inclined my head.
