Page 60 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
I made one sharp whistle to let him know someone was coming. He was quick to shut up as the other men kept shouting. Easing along the dark wall, I found them at his cell. Their backs were to me, and Sanders saw me. I gave him a thumbs up as he put his hands behind his head. The cell door was pulled open and two of the men grabbed him. Their guns were held over their heads with their free hands—a stupid thing for them to be doing.
I was hidden in the shadows as they walked past me. They were so busy screaming, trying to intimidate Sanders, that they never saw me. Making swift movements, I slide the knife out of the holster that was on the hip of the man nearest to me. One quick jab in the side of the neck had him quiet and dead.
“One down, two to go, Sanders.”
“I got shorty here.”
I made short work of the taller man as Sanders took the short guy into a choke hold, then gave him a quick snap, breaking his neck. Three down, no shots fired. We were good to go.
Sanders and I looked at the three dead men in a pile at our feet. “Think OJ can fit in the short guy’s clothes?” I asked.
“He’d better,” Sanders said. “They’ll be expecting only four people to come out of here. Three of them and one of us. Any ideas on what to do with the fifth man, Masterson?”
“I think we’ll have to take out the men at the entrance. One of us can come up from behind after the other four walk out. I’ll do it.” I clapped him on the shoulder, then we began the arduous process of getting the clothes off the dead men. That’s never an easy thing to do, no matter how many times you’ve done it.
A short while later, we had our guys and were heading out. CJ was the prisoner with his hands behind his head as they walked out, leaving me in the shadows behind them. Greetings from the two guards were answered with short bobs of their heads. It took no time for the guards to realize their comrades weren’t speaking back to them.
One of them grabbed one of my men, spinning him around. I had no choice but to spring into action before a single bullet could be fired. The sound would alert others and we’d be shot down before we had the slightest chance to escape. I popped one of the men in the head, knocking him forward as I grabbed his gun. Using the butt of that gun, I knocked the other guard in the head while my team took them out quietly with knives.
We’d pulled off another miracle. Now all that was left to do was to figure out which way to run. And the sun was beginning to come up. Time was against us.
We took off to one side of the entrance, which looked like that of a cave. Sand was all we saw. The other side was sand too. “Fuck! There has got to be some kind of transport!” I said between clenched teeth.
We stepped back and found an old car was parked on top of the cave. “Check your pockets for keys,” Sanders said to the men who’d changed into the enemies’ uniforms.
“Got ‘em!” OJ said as we raced to the tiny car. “Man, these guys roll like clowns.”
We piled in, and the shortest of us, OJ, drove, speeding out of there. We still had no clue where we were headed. We needed to get to a phone and make the call that would get us out of there. It felt odd. We were so close, yet so far away. Sure, we were free from the prison, but would we get to a rescue point before we were gunned down? The sun would be up soon. The guards were left looking as if they were sleeping in the chairs by the entrance. They’d be discovered in an hour or so. We had to hurry.
It was silent in that car as we drove toward the only row of lights we could see. The chances of us finding a friendly were little to none. We’d have to kill a civilian to get our hands on a phone. It wasn’t ever easy to make that decision.
Five lives or one. Which was more important?
We all had reasons to get back home. CJ and OJ were married with kids. Sanders was divorced with five kids who he paid child support for and took care of as much as possible. Kevin was single and kid-free, but he had a flock of women who’d miss him. And I had Blyss, Tatum, and a baby on the way, not to mention the rest of my family. We had to make it home. And we’d do whatever we had to to get there.
We arrived on the outskirts of the town. Chickens ran around and roosters crowed, waking people up for the day. And one old man walked out of his shack of a home.
“Don’t look directly at him,” Sanders cautioned us. “OJ, drive by him very slowly, and Kevin, you open your door, grab him, pull him in here, and see if he has a phone on him.”
I crossed my fingers that he would. He’d have to be killed. I didn’t want to take a life for no damn reason. I was on the lookout for anyone who might be watching and sound the alarm. I saw no one. This was our only hope.
OJ slowed, and Kevin opened the door and tried to grab the old man. The old guy had moves like a ninja. He moved his body to one side, making Kevin miss him by a centimeter. “Fuck!” OJ shouted. “Sanders, help him!”
Leaning over to grab the old guy before he turned around, Sanders got a hold of his shirt, and Kevin took hold of him too. They pulled him inside. Sanders snapped his neck as I rummaged through his clothing for a cell phone.
I was coming up with nothing as I tried hard not to look at the dead, vacant, dark eyes of the man we’d killed. Maybe we’d killed him to get something he didn’t even have. “Shut his fucking eyes, Sanders!” I shouted.
He reached over and ran his hand over his eyelids, closing them and stopping the horrible stare the old guy was giving me. “There,” Sanders said as he pulled up the man’s legs. In his old, holey sock was a small, very old cell phone. “Shit, I hope it works.”
Sanders opened the phone and proceeded to make the call that would save us. We hoped.
The car began to sputter as we drove slowly down the empty street. “We’re running out of gas,” OJ said as the car shimmied, shook, and died right there.
We all looked around for another mode of transportation as Sanders got hold of our contact. “We have to get to open ground to the west of us.” He looked somber, not a good thing when you were expecting good news. “Five clicks on foot.”
I got out of the car and began moving to the west. We left the car and the old man’s body right in the middle of the street and booked it as fast as we could to get away from the town before the man was discovered.
We formed one line, so it wouldn’t be obvious that five men had gone walking in that direction through the deep sand. OJ came in at the rear with a piece of cardboard he’d found. He erased the footprints we left behind, just until we were far enough away from the town that no one would be able to tell which way we went.
