Page 59 of SEAL's Sunshine
“Stay with him.”
“Copy that.” Cam wanted to go, but he was a liability with his injury. A few seconds later another guy came out and headed in the same direction.
“Okay, Cam you’re with me. Murph, stay here and keep watch.”
“Copy that.”
They silently followed the second tango. As they rounded the second container, Rafe’s voice came over the com. “Eagle 1, we’ve located HVT.”
“Copy that, Eagle 2, status?”
“She’s alive.”
Relief coursed through Cam’s veins, followed by anger at the men who’d dared to take his woman. “Easy, we don’t know the whole situation yet.”
“Copy that.” Jake was right. They reached Rafe and Ryan in time for the second man to walk into an open container.
“She’s inside.”
“You fucking cunt, you’re going to pay for that.”
“Go, go, go. Remember, we need them alive,” Jake whispered. Rafe was the first one into the container and neutralized the first tango, Ryan got the second. By the time Jake and Cam got through the doorway, it was all over.
“She’s there, kid. Easy, this fucktard hit her hard,” he said as he kicked him.
Cam couldn’t get to her side fast enough. A bruise was already visible on her right cheek and her eye was swollen. It reminded him so much of the last time. Checking for a pulse, it was there, slow but steady. But she was unconscious.
“Ryan, she’s not responding.”
“Copy that.” He checked her vitals. “He hit her hard. I’m sure she has a concussion.”
“You’re twins now,” Murph said as he appeared in the doorway.
“What happened to stay behind and keep watch.”
“I got tired of waiting and took out the other two in the shack. They’re tied up nice and pretty.”
Jake shook his head, but the rest of the team laughed. It was typical Murph.
“We need to get her checked out. How do you want to handle this, Boss?”
“I’ll call the captain then he can call the FBI.”
“Copy that.”
It didn’t take long for the FBI to show up along with an ambulance to take Miranda to the hospital. Since Chrissy had already briefed her superiors per the captain’s suggestion. It went a lot more smoothly than if they’d involved the police, and they’d share pertinent intel that could help them get their hands on Azfaar.
Cam rode in the ambulance with Miranda. The EMT used smelling salts and it woke her up. He’d never been so happy to see anyone open their eyes.
“Hi, Sunshine.”
“Cam. Oh my God. I thought I’d never see you again,” she said as she tried to sit up.
“Wow. Hold on there, ma’am. You need to stay still.”
“Where are we?”
“In an ambulance on the way to the hospital. That dirtbag hit you fucking hard. You most likely have a concussion.” She nodded and closed her eyes. He worried she’d lost consciousness, but she opened her eyes again a moment later.
