Chapter Forty-Nine
Helios
Headset off, comms already in, landing short, I brought the Citation to a stop by the hangar and issued orders as I shut her down. “Comms on. ATVs are in the hangar. Chaos, kit us up. Ares, sitrep. Let’s fucking move.” I climbed out of the cockpit with Ares on my six.
We all threw on our plate carriers and chest rigs, loaded up on mags, and grabbed our ENVG-tack-Bravos. Chaos opened the airstairs, and Ares downloaded as we headed to the hangar.
“Six tangoes came out of the ocean, breaching on the north end of the island. Al-Hashimi and two more guns came up to the boat ramp on the seaplane. All are now surrounding the house.” Ares swiped across this cell.
“Correction, house is breached. Four tangoes inside. Three on perimeter. Two veering off toward us.”
I opened the hangar door. “They coming down the road?”
“Affirmative.” Ares swiped on his cell again. “Another breached the house. Sat images show heat signatures sweeping all three levels. Two stationary on the rear deck.”
Those fucking motherfuckers. I yanked the tarp off the ATVs I’d positioned out here for this exact scenario, but I was fucking pissed.
“Once we clear the perimeter, Ares, take the top level. Chaos, the bottom. I’m taking the main level and rear deck.
Call your shots, but al-Hashimi’s mine.” I mounted the first ATV.
“Copy that.” Chaos took the ATV on my right.
Ares straddled the last Outlander on the left, then glanced at his cell again. “Saint’s asking if you want him to engage or deploy any of the internal defense systems.”
“Negative.” I had gas, and the shutters could be dropped to lock everyone in, but who the fuck knew if those Russian assholes had masks or explosives.
“I don’t want those fucks to know we’re watching them.
” And I sure as hell didn’t want any of them gunning for the command room if we played offense too soon.
“If the Citation landing didn’t already clue them in.” Chaos turned over his ATV, then raised his voice to make his point. “They’re sure as hell going to hear us coming on these Outlanders.”
“That’s the fucking plan.” No one fucked with my Haven on my island, especially not Aimal al-Hashimi. That fucker was mine. “Roll out.”