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“The Iranians, ISIS, you name it. There isn’t anyone who wouldn’t want to get their hands on a group of Americans.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Ryan asked. He hated the Taliban and took every chance he got to kill as many of them as possible.
“We’ve got drones surveilling trying to find a location on our HVT but so far we haven’t dug up anything concrete.”
“Wait, so you’re going to drop us with no intel and we’re going on a scavenger hunt?”
“Jake, stand down. Bill’s doing the best he can,” Captain Knox interjected.
“We need more than ‘we think they’re somewhere in the mountains’. How the hell can we plan for that?”
“We’re working our sources. By the time we get to Kandahar, we should have verification of their location.”
“And if you don’t? Then we just go in blind?”
“If that’s what it takes, then yes,” Knox replied.
There was nothing else to say after that. This was what they did, follow orders. Go where no one else could go and do the impossible, it’s what made them SEALs.
Bill didn’t look any happier than the rest of them. “We’ll know before we touch down.”
Rafe sure as hell hoped so.
“Take care of what you need to. We’re departing in two hours.” And with that, the briefing was over. Brief was definitely the word for it, like basically nothing Rafe hadn’t already known from Tex. This was going to be a clusterfuck of epic proportions if they didn’t get more intel.”
Chapter 10
The phone call with Rafe worried Meghan more than she’d let on. He’d be in danger wherever he was going, and she had a fairly good idea it was Afghanistan. She also knew that the senator’s daughter would be their priority. The news broadcasts enough stories about rescues to know how the government worked. They’d go in for Miranda Stanhope and try to get the others, but she’d be their priority.
Charlie was her priority. Leaving them behind for whatever reason would not be acceptable and the only way to guarantee it wouldn’t happen would be to go there herself. Using her job as cover she could probably get close, but she still had to make it to Afghanistan. That was the big problem. It’s not like just anyone could hop on a plane to the middle of a war zone. The clock was ticking. The longer they were captives the better chance they’d be hurt or worse. Let’s hope Rafe’s secret weapon would be able to help her.
As Rafe promised, he’d sent Tex’s information in a text, and also warned her not to do anything stupid. It was probably a good thing he was out of touch because he’d kill her himself if he found out her plans. Let’s hope Tex was a little more accommodating. Going in as a journalist, she hoped she’d be able to find out who took her brother and where they were. Didn’t everyone want to tell their stories to the world? It was the only plan she could come up with. It had better work.
Before she asked for Tex’s help, she needed to have her plan intact. Maybe someone had written her back from the ministry. They were her best bet to find out where Charlie had gone, and maybe they’d gotten more information.
Meghan could have jumped for joy when she opened her email and saw a message from Deliver Hope Ministries. Clicking on it, she skimmed the contents, then went back and re-read it. They’d gotten an update from the state department, but they hadn’t learned much more than she already knew. Their last location was in the Bamyan Province, wherever the fuck that was.
Allan Collins was the name on the email, and he’d included his phone number. Checking the time, she realized it was too late to call but she would first thing in the morning.
Opening Word, she started a file with everything she knew, questions she still needed answers to, and plans that needed to be made. Meghan wasn’t sure how long she’d been at it when there was a knock on the door.
“Meg?” Lizzie slowly opened the door, probably expecting her to be asleep still. Meghan should be annoyed, she hadn’t wanted to sleep the day away, but she felt so much better.
“I’m awake. Rafe called a bit ago.”
“When I checked on you earlier, you looked so peaceful. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”
“It’s okay. I needed it even if I didn’t want to sleep the day away.”
“It wasn’t all day. Are you hungry? There are plenty of leftovers from dinner.” It’s like the mere mention of food made Meghan’s stomach growl. It had the worst timing.
Lizzie laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you want to come downstairs and have it at the table?”
“Yeah. Let me just wash up and brush my teeth and I’ll be right down. Are the kids still awake?”
“Hopefully not. They went to bed an hour ago, but you could look in on them if you want.”
“It’s okay. I’ll see them in the morning.”
