“Chop chop, Graham. You’re getting slow in your old age.”
“Bite me, Westin. We had to divert around a heard of goats.”
“Baaaa,” Cash said.
“That’s a sheep you ass.”
“Glad you know your farm animals.”
Jordan chuckled at easy banter between the two teams.
“Head in the game,” Westin admonished, although Jordan could hear the laughter in his voice as well.
“Leonidas set.”
“Clear on the north and east,” Colby said.
“Clear on the south and west.”
“Green light.”
They popped up on Westin’s call and fell into a small wedge formation with Winters on point and Cash pulling up the rear. Jordan kept his weapon at the ready as they closed the distance to the corrugated metal gate that was their breach point. He took position behind Winters to the left of the door, Westin and Cash on the other side.
Cash set the explosives on the door and returned to his position. Each two-man team hugged the wall as they moved a few feet out of the blast zone.
“Titan is a go,” Westin said. “Leonidas, call the countdown when ready.”
“Roger. In five…four…three…”
