Chapter 1
ELIJAH
We were on high alert as my six-member team entered the hidden bungalow without issues.
This entire operation could have been a trap.
Our mission was to save two of ours and get information about a planned terrorist attack on the United States of America.
We were warned that the door was wired and not to go barging in.
I'd just phoned to let our rescues know we were out front, but the woman was insistent with her question.
The command center needed to hurry because being exposed like this made us twitchy.
"What's the date of Ronald’s enlistment?” She asked again through the phone line.
I radioed my contact to get the information. It took a second. There were probably many people searching through why the question was being asked before someone provided the information back to me.
“July 22, 1988.” Came back over the radio.
I repeated it on the phone, and she sighed in what seemed to be a relief. They’d been hiding here for days, and I could only imagine what kind of state they were in.
“There is a bush fifty paces west of the bottom step, then turn north and follow it for another hundred before you’ll come to a series of bushes.
The third one is back a little more than the rest. It covers a trap door.
It’s the only way in here. If you miscount, you’ll set off a minefield of traps. ”
“Why can’t you just come out to us?” I ask, looking around the area. There were a lot of bushes and ways to screw this up.
“Fifty west. One hundred north.” The line went dead, and I swore under my breath.
“Alright, guys. Stay fifteen feet behind me, but follow my lead.” I state, before checking the perimeter, scouting for movement or a sign of men lurking. We’d cleared the front of the house, but that didn’t mean more weren’t on their way. I motioned with my hands for everybody to stay alert.
Following her directions, we arrived at the bushes, and I looked them over.
They were staggered. Frustrated that she’d hung up, I’d forgotten which bush she’d said.
I stood up straight, facing them, and noticed the third one over was positioned back the furthest. I squatted down, looking underneath, seeing that all the bristles covering the bottom were removable.
When I cleared it, I found a latch. When I lifted it, the bush stayed attached to the door, making it heavy to lift.
Once I got it fully opened, we followed the steps down into a darkened, stale-smelling cellar.
Flashlights were on. We stayed armed as we all cleared the tunnel.
A light shone from underneath the door. I motioned for my team to stay ready, and when we entered the room, a woman stood there with a gun pointed at us.
“Password?” She asked quickly.
“Midori.” I waited. She had fifteen seconds, or I’d have to shoot.
She slowly lowered the gun to the floor and stepped away from it. She was covered from head to toe in white garb that only exposed her eyes.
“Where is Ronald?” I asked while looking around the room.
She pointed to the corner where an unknown heap was draped with a heavy rug. I motioned for Hawkings to go check it out. Earhart covered him, and as soon as he lifted the dingy, mildew-repugnant rug, a scent that seemed to cover everything in this place got bolder. Death.
“Several shot wounds. There’s no way it came from that shotgun she was holding. He’s dead, though.”
No shit.
“Elizabeth, where’s the device?” I asked her.
“I have it. The agreement was that you’d get us to safety first. My… Ronald goes with us.”
I squinted, not missing her pause. “Remove your hijab.”
“No,” she firmly said. “Lee promised that we’d be able to go. He needs to be buried on his home soil. No man left behind, right?”
“Cadell, get out of there. Men are approaching from the west. You’ve got about seven minutes before it becomes a problem.” Simpson said through the comm.
Fuck. Time to haul ass.
“Hawkings, Earhart, and Warner, get him into that rug quickly. Barrett and Curie, you’re with me. Move!”
The team scrambled, and I looked at Elizabeth Hartwell. “Let’s go.”
She grabbed a black bag that reminded me of an older laptop or office bag.
She moved toward the door, looking back over her shoulder to make sure we had grabbed him.
The guys lifted him up, placing his body between two men, and we set in motion.
Going to the top of the steps before Elizabeth, I checked for movement.
Seeing nothing, I opened it fully, and we exited.
“Remember the path,” Elizabeth said from behind me.
I did. When we cleared the landmine, Simpson was back on the comm.
“Move!” He ordered.
“Pick it up!” I shouted behind me.
We ran toward the Ground Mobility Vehicle, and that’s when I saw the vehicles arriving that Simpson mentioned. I got Elizabeth inside before the men piled in. The body went on the floor in the back row so the men could still sit. Just as Warner was getting in, shots rang out.
“We’re under fire!” Simpson said as he put the truck in motion.
Warner barely got the door closed before we were in motion.
Simpson drove quickly, but shots were still coming our way.
In the front passenger seat, Curie opened the window and fired back.
The other fellas joined in until a bullet hit the tire of the attacker’s car, making them spin.
Another shot hit the driver, making them coast in the wrong direction.
I searched the surrounding area, looking for more threats, but none came.
I looked over at the woman, who I hoped was worth the ambush.
We needed that intel she had, and if she failed to deliver, she didn’t want to see the repercussions of her actions.
We were taking her in, but my gut told me this would not be the end of this mission.
Somehow I feared that it had just become even more complicated.
Healing Berets Series, Book 1
He's her protector.
She's his mission.
Elijah
Being in Special Ops, you never know what the next assignment will be.
This one was supposed to be simple, but split decisions put me face to face with a woman whose presence threw every plan to shit.
My duty was to keep my wits while guarding Raya against every possible threat, including myself. She’s too perfect, too addictive.
If I can’t stay focused, what’s going to stop things from blowing up in my face?
Raya
My objective was to finish what my father started, stay safe, and build a new life at the government's expense.
Everything doesn't happen the way we want, though.
This leaves me in unfamiliar territory, and not just the location.
I've never been alone with a man, now I’m stuck with one protecting my life.
When right and wrong start to blend, I’m forced to trust the only thing I can.
My heart.
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