Black rocks stretched a few metres further from the tree line with some bushes scrabbling for purchase, but from here he could see across the ocean to the main island.
A large boat was on the horizon, coming from Sumatra.More help was on the way.
Dobby retrieved his scope and the satellite phone and scanned the western horizon where they’d been playing war games.
Clear.
He sighed and called the number, giving the codes that were required.
“Patrol six six alpha, what is your status?”
“Have Angel and zod and ready for extraction.”
“Hold.”
Dobby kept scanning the area while he waited and finally Radar’s voice came over sounding delighted.“Patrol six six alpha confirm Angel is Hawk’s Angel?”
Dobby grinned.“Confirmed.”
“Sun God will rendezvous at drop zone at twenty-two hundred.”
Dobby exhaled in relief.“Copy.Bring a Lassie loop.”
“Can’t wait to see why.”Radar chuckled, but in the background Dobby heard demands for more information.
Dobby signed off before he could be told not to bring Trixie with him.
His superior officer was going to be so pissed with him.Abandoning a mission, going rogue, not making the rendezvous.
He’d be lucky if he didn’t get demoted.
The idea didn’t worry him as much as it would have a few years ago.Maybe it really was time to get out.
If they demoted him, he could resign and start a personal security company.One where he chose his assignments.
He smiled.And he could set up the company wherever he wanted.
The thought of living near Mila, wherever that was, was appealing.
He shook his head.They were thoughts for the future, when they were both safe.
Right now he needed to ensure they stayed safe until extraction.
The beach he’d left Mila near faced west, but he’d prefer to have a wider range of vision in case they were discovered.He needed to find somewhere to camp which kept them close to the zod as well.
A breeze blew from the west, cooling the sweat on his skin and he lifted his face to it.He couldn’t relax fully, but he could rest his aching muscles.He sipped water from his pack and ate a protein bar.
Dobby hoped Hawk was all right.He would have months of recovery and Dobby wasn’t sure how he’d handle it.He didn’t have family to help him.
Maybe that was another reason to get out.To help his mate.Perhaps they could build a new security firm together.
Something to think about when he was home, back in his own bed.
He gave the horizon another scan and moved back into the trees, heading the opposite way from which he’d come to check the rest of the island.
This mission had been the icing on the shit show of the past couple of missions.Someone was pulling strings high up to send them places they shouldn’t be going.
No, that wasn’t quite right.Special ops was all about going places no one should go, but the reasons for doing it—like saving Vance when he’d faked his own kidnapping—were not ones he could get behind.
