Page 34 of Delta Mission
Grinning, I waved back.
“I swear you have nine lives, Goodspeed.” Channing wrapped his arm over my shoulder.
I chuckled. “Well, that just used up another one. We are so lucky.”
“You can say that again.”
The woman was lowered down to cave level. “Hey, there.” She tossed a rope toward us. “Pull me in.”
Channing tugged her into the cave. “Boy, are we glad to see you.”
“Likewise. You sure did make it hard to find you.” She offered her hand to me. “I’m Ghost.”
I gripped her palm to mine. “Makenna Goodspeed.”
Ghost shook hands with Channing. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to find you two alive.”
“I’m glad you did, Ghost. They had us pinned,” he said.
“Well, if they hadn’t been firing on you, we probably wouldn’t have found this cave.”
Her Australian accent surprised me. I didn’t know we had any Aussie soldiers at base.
She removed a brace from a bag on her hip. “Let’s get you two lovebirds out of here.”
Channing smirked, and I tried not to giggle.
Ghost’s stunning blue eyes swept from me to Channing, and her smile confirmed she didn’t miss the connection between us.
“Ladies first.” Ghost strapped me into a harness, led me to the edge of the cave, and turned to Channing. “I’ll be back for you in a sec. Get your gear ready.”
“Roger that.”
“You good?” Ghost nodded at me.
“I am now.” I smiled at her.
“Hang onto here.” She indicated to the brace, then waved up at the chopper.
We fell out of the cave into the ravine, and as I breathed in the hot air, we were lifted into the helicopter. I had a panoramic view of the ravine. The killing field on the opposite side was shocking, but it was the tiny village, far in the distance, that captured my attention.
I’d had big dreams of making my DEA operation to that village a successful drug bust.
I sighed. It never ceased to amaze me how, in the blink of an eye, life could take a different turn. Sometimes deadly turns. I’d been there twice, and both times I got lucky.
I wish I could say the same for Lyle and Trent.
At the helicopter door, Ghost grabbed a bracket and spun us around so I could put my feet onto a tread. “Pull her in, Blade.”
“I’ve got you.” A man grabbed my hand and hauled me into the chopper.
“Thank you.” I sat on the floor.
“I’ll be back in a sec.” Ghost dropped away.
“I’m Blade. That’s Cobra.” He nodded to a man seated behind a massive machine gun, and I assumed it was the weapon that I’d seen shooting across the ravine.
“Glad you could join us,” Cobra yelled over the thumping rotors.
