Page 10 of SEAL's Sunshine
“Copy that Eagle 5. I’m negative here too.”
“Eagle 1, this is Eagle 2, we’re at the terminal.”
“Copy that Eagle 2. Come through the maintenance door and rendezvous with Eagle 5.”
“Copy that, Eagle 1.”
“C’mon boy,” Cam called Halo as he headed toward the rear of the terminal. He was starting to wonder if the intel had been wrong and there weren’t any explosives.
Rendezvousing in the cover of the luggage carts, they discussed their next move.
“I don’t get it. If there were explosives we’d have found them by now.”
“Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place,” Rafe said. “The guest house had bomb-making material spread out across two tables. Someone was making explosive devices.”
“But no sign of Azfaar?”
“Nope,” Murph responded. “But he might have been warned by the guys we took out at the coffee shop.”
“We’re running out of time and JSOC is giving the captain a rash of shit. We need to either verify the all clear or find the threat.”
“What if they aren’t out here yet?” Cam asked.
“What are you thinking?” Jake responded.
“If they were tipped off that we’re here, they wouldn’t have them planted where we could find them.”
“Plausible. So what, suicide vests?”
“Maybe, or maybe they’ll use something to approach the plane after it’s landed.”
“Good point. We haven’t found any trace out here or around the terminal. If the intel is good, then the tangos are most likely inside the terminal waiting to be activated,” Jake said.
“Cam, you and Halo continue to search the perimeter. Halo would be the first to detect explosives. Ryan and Murph take the right side of the terminal, Rafe you’re with me. If we find any tangos, we need to take them out quietly. We’re not here.”
“Copy that.” Ryan and Murph slipped back inside the terminal. Jake called the captain to give him a sitrep and advise him of the updated plan.
“And you were bored,” Rafe said and grinned at Cam.
“Yeah, well. That’ll teach me to bitch out loud.”
“Fucking yeah. But it’s not every day we get to save the leader of the free world.”
“If we can find the threat in time.”
“We will and no one will know but us.”
“Exactly,” Jake said as he came up behind Rafe. “Let’s go. Cam, you good?”
“Of course.”
“Advise asap of any persona non grata.”
“Copy that. Notify asap of PNG activity,” Cam confirmed as he and Halo slipped into the shadows to check the perimeter. Staying hidden, they rechecked every nook and cranny they could find that would be large enough to plant an explosive. It wouldn’t take much to ignite the plane. Just one spark near the fuel tank and it would go up like a roman candle on the Fourth of July.
It was frustrating, knowing that the threat existed but being unable to find it. It’s not how they operated. Find the threat, eliminate it, and move on to the next one. The lack of any sign of explosives made Cam wonder if it had been a false trail to take them off the scent of the real threat. Maybe it would be a bomb directed toward the presidential motorcade.
That’s when he saw it. The fueling tanker. It approached what looked like one of the Saudi prince’s planes on the other side of the terminal. It made perfect sense. It wouldn’t take more than a small ignition to turn the tanker into a bomb.
