He’d go in, get Jenna out of that hell hole, and do his damnedest to send Ortiz and whoever else had a hand in hurting her straight to hell. As long as she was safe, he didn’t give a shit what happened to him.
“Here.” Ryker seemed to appear out of thin air. “Thought you might want to look through this.”
Adrian glanced down at the folder in the man’s hand. “What’s that?”
“Basic intel on the Delta team members you’re about to go into bed with.”
“I’ve already met them.” He dismissed the agent and turned away.
“You met them when your ass was beat to hell and back, and you were focused on getting the fuck back home. Given what’s at stake, I thought you might wanna know who’d have your back on this.” He tossed the folder into the empty seat Gabe had previously occupied. “Read it. Don’t read it. It’s up to you.”
With that, the other man returned to his seat at the back of the plane.
Adrian stared at the folder and mentally cursed. He fucking hated when Jason Ryker was right.
Grabbing the file, he began skimming through the contents. There was one paper for each of Ghost’s team members who would be present for this particular mission. The first five were men he’d already met.
Delta Force Captain Keane “Ghost” Bryson was the aforementioned leader of the group and an all-around badass. Cormac “Fletch” Fletcher brought fifteen-plus years military experience to the table, and Beckett “Coach” Ralsten’s eidetic memory was a fascinating asset to his team.
Graham “Hollywood” Caverly got his nickname for obvious reasons. The good-looking bastard could’ve easily chosen a career walking the runways instead of dropping out of planes into the most dangerous parts of the world.
Adrian flipped the page and found the last of the familiar faces contained in the file. A man Adrian remembered quite well.
Towering over them all at six-seven, Ford “Truck” Laughlin was a solid wall of muscle and brawn. The guy was a serious force to be reckoned with, and Adrian was damn glad Truck was on their side.
The other two members of Ghost’s team to draw the short straw for the mission from hell were Troy “Beatle” Lennon, and a guy named Aspin “Blade” Carlisle. Adrian hadn’t met them yet, but he knew enough about the way Ghost ran his team to feel confident in their abilities.
Closing the file, Adrian tossed it back over into the other seat and settled into his. Closing his eyes, he tuned out everyone and everything around him and began mentally preparing for the most important mission of his life.
He’d already lost a loved one at the hands of one Ortiz. He’d be damned Jenna would suffer the same fate as his sister at the hands of another.
Sometime later, a deep, stern voice pulled Adrian from his meditative state.
“Listen up.” Gabe stood at the front of the plane to address the entire group. “I just received updated intel from Ghost. They’re holed up in a cavern about two klicks west of the old assembly plant.”
“What’s the game plan?” Adrian asked.
Ryker answered for the other man. “We’ll land at a secured airstrip just south of Bogotá. I’ve arranged for a van to transport us as close as we can get to where Delta’s located. Barring any unforeseen incidents, the drive should only take about twenty minutes. The off-road terrain there is spotty at best, so the driver has been instructed to drop us off a mile from the road leading to the plant. We’ll trek through the trees and meet up with Ghost and the others.”
“Once we reach Delta”—Gabe took over—“we’ll go over the plan one final time to make sure everyone’s clear on their role in this rescue mission. After that, we’ll give Walker a head-start before falling in line behind him for back-up. For now, we need to use the next two hours in-flight to fine-tune what needs to happen in order to bring both Jenna and Walker out of this thing alive.”
“And Ortiz?”
Adrian looked over his shoulder to Matt, who’d posed the question. “Ortiz is mine.”
“Not to beat a dead horse, Walker”—Zade spoke up from his seat, catty-corner across from him—“but are you sure you’re up to this? Physically, I mean?”
“I’m fine,” Adrian bit out, resisting the urge to rub his aching thigh.
His leg still hurt, but nothing was going to keep him from going in after Jenna.
Fucking. Nothing.
When there were no further questions or comments, Ryker and Gabe proceeded to go over the details of the plan. Utilizing the drop-down screen at the front of the plane, they clicked through satellite images of the structure and the area surrounding it.
Through Homeland’s resources, Ryker had procured current satellite views in order to obtain the most up-to-date intel they could prior to breaching the area. The fewer surprises they encountered, the better their odds of keeping Jenna safe.
The plane landed as scheduled. The men quickly set about gathering their gear and settling into the van that was waiting to take them to their drop-off sight.