Levi set down the first rifle and reached for a second. “We’re certain Marcos is moving early?”
“Positive. Our inside guy confirmed it.” The man had taken an enormous risk to get that intel out to them fast. Gray appreciated it. Having Marcos’s advance team show up unannounced wouldn’t have been good. He was already walking a tightrope between baiting the trap sufficiently for Marcos and keeping the civvies at ground zero safe.
“We need to insert the second SEAL team ASAP,” he continued.
The original plan had called for Gray’s team to infiltrate the resort staff and lay the groundwork for a second team that would come in later to provide backup. The insert had to be quick. Stealthy was also a definite requirement. The second team was scheduled to drop from two helos that would come in low over the bay behind their campsite in case Marcos had eyes on the ground, which was highly likely. Bringing the helos in and hitting the pause button over the beach would give the guys a narrow window to fast rope down to the ground. Team unloaded, the helos would head back to the Navy tanker waiting in international waters. Gray needed to be able to handle the situation with the utmost skill and prowess. This was his team and his guys on the line.
“We meet and greet with the second SEAL team, then we lay up and wait for Marcos’s advance team. His guys are coming in early, but resort staff is up at dark o’clock. Our asses are going to be saved by the shit weather—the early morning yoga and jogging crazies aren’t going to be on the beach. If we do it fast, we should be clear before anyone notices.”
As much as he wanted to get Laney’s butt off the island immediately, it simply wasn’t possible, and only part of his concern was due to the fact that she was a civilian who hadn’t signed up to be part of a covert military operation. He didn’t want to see her get hurt. She should be just another piece in the chess game of his mission, a convenient prop for his undercover role, but she wasn’t. He had to admit that much to himself. She was something—someone—more. Sex had definitely been a bad idea.
Levi looked over at him. “Ready to get the party started?”
Anything to get him out of his head. “Let’s roll.”
It took over an hour to cross the island to the designated landing zone. It would have been quicker to cut through the resort, but riskier. So they’d gone the long way, skirting the pathways in a long, slow crawl through the jungle as they made for the beach. They had to run blind because Marcos could have eyes on the water and light would give them away. There was no way a casual tourist was running around in this kind of rain in the middle of the night.
Dark-oh-hundred and raining. Some days his job sucked. There was definitely no getting a civilian chopper off the ground now. The resort’s seaplane might have been an option, but the plane didn’t handle best under gusty conditions, and that was what they were looking at now. So all he needed to do was to keep any firefight away from the guest bungalows.
The bay didn’t look quite so picturesque when they reached it. The rain tore up the lagoon and dripped off the palm trees. Of course it was where he’d watched Laney run, so his beach fantasy came back with a vengeance. But he knew better than anyone that erections and missions didn’t go together. Levi took position on Gray’s left, while Mason moved out in front, Sam and Remy heading silently east and disappearing into the surf. They’d be waiting under the pier when the Zodiacs came in. The ocean was mad as hell tonight, the surf churning relentlessly up onto the wet sand. The Black Hawk swept in over the lagoon right on schedule, lights off, until it hovered over the beach.
Mason eyed the choppy lagoon. “Those boys better hope they don’t miss and fall in.”
“Choices.” Levi tapped his finger against his teeth. “Skewer your ass on a coral head or serve as a shark’s late-evening snack.”
Sharks were a potential issue at night, although the lagoon was sheltered. Bull sharks in particular were night feeders, and it was possible to run into one even in these shallower waters. The low number of recorded shark attacks made it a low-risk proposition, however, and Levi knew that. He was just having fun with them.
“Maybe sharks don’t like SEAL sushi.” Gray hunkered down to wait as the rest of his team disappeared into the dark.
“Five bucks says we find out.” Levi flashed him a grin, his teeth white against his face paint.
The chopper settled into a holding pattern, and the rope master tossed out one hundred fifty feet of fast rope. The rope bounced, smacking into the strip of wet sand where beach met ocean. According to the plan, they had ten minutes to unload and get the Black Hawk the hell out before they ran the risk of being spotted by the incoming Zodiacs.