“I’ll set up for him,” Bean said.
Bean was one of their best shots. Stanley was next. Link thought he was good, but he wasn't close to Bean's skill. Mick was just as good as he was. Heck, they trained for days on end, not just practiced. They worked on making shots under high stress, and this was a medium-stress situation.
Sure enough, before they’d even traveled twenty yards, Bean had popped the guy. Link saw the rifle the dude had been holding clatter off the building to the ground.
The guy hadn't been a tourist taking in the sights, and he wasn't the police. Nope, the dude was a freaking terrorist.
“Who are you guys? You’re American, right?” the congressman asked.
No one answered. They'd been using their coms, which allowed them to speak softly, which meant the politician hadn't heard their voices.
"You're a SEAL, right?"
Link rolled his eyes. Of course, the guy couldn't see his eyes because the glasses they wore hid their eyes from others. Their identity was stripped, their skin covered, so no one knew their race, their eye color, their hair color, or texture. They were bots, unidentifiable bots who moved in and rescued people. They didn't want fame or fortune, only to do their job and not get seen.
The congressman seemed sure of himself until they loaded him onto the unmarked helicopter that wasn't military andstrapped him in, then bound his wrists and put a blindfold on him.
He kept talking, but Link and his buddies weren't saying anything. None of them would give this chronically online dude any ammunition. If he found out Delta Force was behind this rescue, he would blast it all over the place. The guy would demand photos with them, and then he would spread those photos all over the place. It would be a nightmare.
Of course, politicians like this guy received no punishment for revealing information about military operators. No one cared about the disrupted lives or ruined careers. It was impossible to go into a country anonymously when your face was all over the internet.
When they landed, they transferred the congressman to an unmarked van, driving him to the Australian Embassy. They dumped him at the gates and took off.
Link watched in the side mirror as the guy stumbled over to the embassy officials. They would get him to the American embassy once they found out who he was.
“That was successful,” Chase said.
“Now home,” Keel said.
Bean snorted. “Yeah, home.”
“We won’t be there for long,” Scott said.
Link sat back and closed his eyes. He had about three months of vacation he needed to take. "I'm going to take a vacation."
“How long?” Bean asked.
Link shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe a month. Not yet, in a few weeks probably.”
Mick sat forward and squeezed his shoulder. "That was a cagey answer. What's up?"
"Yeah, on our last mission, you dropped out of sight for a few hours. Where did you go?" Scott asked.
Link chuckled. “You all noticed.”
“Yeah, fess up,” Chase said.
“That woman, the Marine, she’s getting out and going to come for a visit.”
They all laughed. “Oh man, are you kidding me? What happened while you were hiding in those tunnels?” Bean teased.
He shook his head. “Nothing like that. We talked.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mick swore. “I can’t get a woman to talk to me, and you go on a mission and pick up a sweetheart?”
“It’s because you’re fucking ugly,” Stanley said.
Mick rolled his eyes. “And you’re so pretty?”
