Page 69 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"Evan," Leo's voice cuts through my rage. "If we go in unprepared, we'll get ourselves killed and leave Dahlia with no rescue at all."
"He's right," Onyx growls, stepping closer. "But we can accelerate the timeline. The facility's shift change happens in forty minutes. That's the perfect window to strike."
"I understand your urgency, guys, but an assault hours ahead of schedule without final positioning is suicide. My advance teams aren't in position yet, and we haven't completed the perimeter…"
"We don't have time for what we need," I cut him off, "Every minute we wait is another minute that madman is hurting my mate and my children."
"Evan," Leo places a hand on my arm, "we all want to get to her, but…"
I shake him off. "They're inducing labor, Leo. Do you understand what that means? They're going to either force her to give birth now or cut our babies out of her and slice them open like lab rats while they're still breathing."
The cabin goes deathly silent. I watch as the reality hits each of them.
"Mr. Rivera," I turn to face the mercenary, "I'm tripling your fee. Whatever you need, equipment, personnel, weapons, name it and it's yours. But we move now."
Rivera studies my face for a few minutes, then looks at Leo, Onyx, and Axl before he signs. "Triple is generous," he says slowly, "but my men aren't prepared for a daylight assault."
"I don't care if they're wearing fucking pajamas," I snarl. "Get them ready."
Onyx moves to my side. "Rivera, I need you to understand something. This isn't just a rescue mission for us. That woman is carrying our children. All of ours. We won't leave her behind, and we won't hesitate to die trying."
"Speak for yourself," Leo adds grimly. "I'm not planning to die. I'm planning to make them die."
Rivera exchanges glances with his lieutenant, then nods sharply. "Give us 40 minutes to get my snipers in position and bypass their outer security grid. We can't go in blind."
"We don't have forty minutes," I snarl.
"Then we have to improvise," Rivera says grimly. "But some of my men will die because we're not ready."
"So be it."
I pull out my phone and dial Oliver. He answers right away. "Sir?"
"I want the helicopter squadron redirected for immediate extraction. Activate all available Blackthorn Security teams in the northwest region…"
"Yes, sir. How many units?"
"All of them." I pace across the cabin. "And get Jensen on the satellite. I want real-time imagery of the facility and thermal imaging of all underground levels."
"That would require access to military satellites, sir. The legal implications…"
"I don't give a damn about legal implications, Oliver." My voice drops dangerously low. "Use whatever access codes are necessary. Call in every favor we're owed. If anyone objects, double their annual salary. I want those satellites online now."
"Yes, sir." His voice turns clipped and professional. "Anything else?"
"Contact our friend at the telecom hub. I want all communications to and from the Montana quadrant jammed for a three-hour window. Make sure it looks like routine system maintenance."
I end the call and turn to Leo. "What's your status?"
Leo is already strapped up and ready to go. "Comms are encrypted and operational. Rivera's tech is syncing with our systems now. Axl is prepping the sniper positions with Vega."
"Good," I nod, trying to focus through the red haze threatening to consume my thoughts. An image of her bloodied face flashes through my mind, and I must grip the edge of the table to stay upright.
Not again. I won't fail her again.
My phone buzzes with an incoming call from our tech lead, Jensen.
"Talk to me," I answer.
