“I don’t know,” said Tobias, “but don’t take your eyes off of them. I’ll be back by sundown with support.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Hiding as best they could with more than a hundred men, the SW team waited to see what their sleeping bandits would do. As the sun disappeared behind the mountains and the area seemed cloaked in black but for a few scattered lights, they watched as the men approached the fence.
One of them passed something to the armed guard and he opened the gate, allowing him to enter. The dogs sat obediently off to the side. A few minutes later, he reappeared with the second guard and Margarita.
“What the fuck?” muttered Ham.
They carefully followed the three-some as they walked down the narrow lane, turning left, then right, then left again. Closer to the center of town now, there were more people to avoid but Rita held her head high, nodding to a few people as she passed as if nothing was wrong.
At the end of the road was another large home, not as grand, but guarded by ten times as many men. This was where they would find Bora.
“Get everyone in,” said Ham to Cowboy. “We need to get in there before he kills her.”
The team was already mobilized and ready to roll. With an efficiency only they could provide, they handily brought down the outer guards and then moved closer to the home.
It made them sad to see they were fighting former American soldiers, airmen, and Marines. These had once been good men, good service members. Something changed for them. Someone changed them.
Through the massive French doors leading to the back lanai, they could see Bora pacing back and forth, screaming and yelling at the woman as she calmly sat in a large leather arm chair.
Several times she tried to calm him, lifting her hands defensively. When the last of the outer guards was eliminated, a team moved through the front doors and a team through the glass at the back.
Bora showed his true colors, standing behind the leather chair with Rita, his gun resting at the top of the back of the chair.
“Don’t be stupid,” he smirked. He looked at the faces recognizing many of them. “Hello, Jordan. And Jordan. And oh, I see another Jordan.”
“Shut the fuck up, Bora,” said Brooks.
“You guys just can’t stay out of other people’s business, can you? I had a good thing happening down here. You didn’t need to butt your nose into it.”
“You killed a service member. At least one. That makes us put our nose into your business,” said Ham.
“Hamish. Damn. Long time, no see. You guys really got the best of the best.” He glanced quickly left and right. “Like seriously, you got them all didn’t you?”
“The problem in your business is that your men will sooner or later want to taste the merchandise,” said Brooks. “Half of them were hooked on the drugs.”
“They were just having fun,” smiled Bora.
“Tell me, Bora,” said Cowboy. “Why would a man like you want to run a South American country? Why would you put up a fight for this? For all the headaches, problems and challenges?”
Rita tried to stand but Bora shoved her shoulder, forcing her to sit. But what suddenly stuck out for all the men, was Rita’s dogs. They were lying at her feet, not barking, and not bothered by the presence of Bora.
“Sit down boys, we might be here a while.”
“Where are they?” asked Lennon running into the cafeteria. “Where are they?”
“Whoa, whoa, honey. Take it easy. They’re in the middle of the mission. We can’t just interrupt them,” said Angel.
“Interrupt them! Interrupt them now!” she demanded.
“Lennon, calm down honey. What’s wrong?” asked Ramey.
“Look. Look what I’ve found.”
“You’re right,” said Bora. “This country is a disaster, like most of them in this region. They’ve all got their issues and they just need good leadership. Good leadership, a good military, and a good revenue source.
“Now, the revenue source is natural. We’ve got that flowing, right Rita?” he smirked. She said nothing just staring at the men. “But they need the rest of it and I’m the man that can give it to them.”
