Sweat trickled down the side of Trevor’s face. The jungle temperatures were hot, and Trevor wore full combat gear. Being completely armed, most of his weapons were strapped to his body. The backpack provided mostly luxury items to help in a long term stay in the jungle. Trevor had no desire to make this a long term trip, and tossed the pack hard into the dark, dense foliage of the jungle. He watched it disappear as it spiraled through the air a few feet away from him.
Flipping his head forward, Trevor touched the side of his high-tech, next generation helmet. The shield connected with his right eye, and the night vision scanned the area, pulling a grid forward for Trevor to see. The run had been difficult, but the helmet ensured he knew of jutting logs, or pending quick sand patches while he ran full out. The helmet also noted the large anaconda, hanging like a vine, about fifty feet to his right. Damn, he hated snakes.
Taking off again, Trevor focused on the layout of the jungle, jumping and turning as he saw through his shield. Trevor relied completely on the face mask. The tangle of vines in the tropical jungle was pitch black. He would be unable to see his hand in front of his face without the device.
Trevor was roughly thirty hours into this mission. Thirty one hours since they left the wedding, and he’d left Reed Kensington. Each member of his team vowed to have Rylie back home and in his bride’s waiting arms as soon as humanly possible, but all Trevor could think about was getting back to Rylie’s older brother. Reed would have to wait: right now he needed to clear all the thoughts of the sexy man from his head and concentrate on his assignment.
This mission consisted of bringing in ‘Birdseye’, a Columbian drug lord who stayed on the United State’s most wanted list for the last twelve years. The target had now moved to the number one most wanted spot after recent terrorist attacks throughout the United Kingdom and the discovery of plans targeting the United States. Birdseye’s crimes also included wide, sweeping acts of genocide throughout his country and several others. Reportedly, communist leaders paid and hid this guy well, always keeping him just out of reach every time United States got too close. Trevor understood the target was now located on the border between Thailand and China, which probably meant Trevor ran deep inside the Chinese border now.
None of it really mattered though. Trevor’s team was sent to bring Birdseye in, dead or alive, and if it was a true sighting, he knew they would achieve their mission. They always did. The only complicating factor was the reports of women and children in Birdseye’s compound. It was suspected they were being held against their will. Each of Trevor’s teammates had a problem with abuse to women and children. This Birdseye coward was known for both.
Staying low, Trevor ran in the direction his screen indicated. Checking his wrist compass, he calculated approximately three more miles to reach the compound. Trevor’s entire team was in this jungle, but they were spread apart over several miles, completely circling the compound. Only eight of the thirty or so men were breeching the walls tonight. Brody was Trevor’s partner like normal, but their relationship stayed strained since the moment Brody watched him walk off with Reed.
“West, two point four miles east, southeast,” Rylie said into the headphones of his helmet. “It’s recalculating the coordinates on your screen now. Birdseye’s currently located on the second floor, North East corner. It’s your corner, Trevor. The gate will be secure, two guard post. I’ll give you the heads up on entry. West, you’ll take the second guard post. You and Daniels will enter together. We know of six females held in the room, eleven children ranging in age of three to thirteen are also present. The older children are suspected to be armed, but no visual on that. Still no sign they know of the pending strike.”
Trevor picked up the pace, following the coordinates. It took less than twelve minutes to reach the first stop point. Trevor stayed hidden, awaiting further instruction. It didn’t take but a minute for the signal to come from a small guard shack taken over by one his men. Rylie gave the command and Trevor raced forward with his weapon palmed, staying out of the moonlight. A second small guard shack in the back of the compound held one occupant. Trevor dropped behind the first post, took a knee, and aimed. The shot was quiet and simple. The guard never saw it coming. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Brody came from the South, disarming the gate, allowing several others, including Trevor, to come forward and enter the compound. The team raced to their designated areas before the next sweep of the flood lights.
The original plan outlined during their briefing had all gates opening simultaneously. Based on the lack of noise, or notification, Trevor assumed it worked. The compound looked like a three story fortress. Reports came in of a possible basement, but no visual to confirm. The structure looked to be constructed of concrete and steel, making one giant square with six windows on each floor, eighteen total per side. Reaching the back of the building, Trevor counted off the windows, finding the one flashing in his helmet. Command post gave him the green light to move into place. Brody stayed beside him. They were now both pressed against the compound wall. Trevor reached out, tossing a thin micro fiber rope into the air. His aim was perfect. The small metal clasp connected securely to the ledge. Trevor gave a quick tug on the rope, satisfied it could hold his body weight, relieved he made it on the first try. Attaching his rope to his chest amour harness, Trevor stood ready to reel himself up.
Touching his earpiece, Trevor gave a silent code that he and Brody were there and waiting. Brody stayed focused on surveillance, and when gunshots sounded, plan B came into effect with force. Command center no longer dictated their moves; they were now in survival mode. Brody rounded the corner where the gunfire originated, firing off dozens of rounds. Trevor moved forward, scaling the building within seconds. The small concrete ledge held, allowing him to swing, and he landed easily on the side on the small ledge. He was hidden by a thin wisp of a curtain. Pulling a pen-like device from his jacket, his helmet’s electronics automatically connected with it. Trevor pulled the pen out, extending its size by about a foot. The tip held a lens, showing the images of the room across the mask of his helmet.