“About as many as you’ve been watching ofGrey’s Anatomy.”
The low hum of laughter was sweet music to Mack’s ears. His team worked as one, thought as one. He savored the way they pulled together as one tight-knit unit. They picked up the pace, skirting along the edge of the water to stay out of sight. After swimming for what seemed like hours, Mack caught sight of a huge, ugly, gray compound up ahead. “You see that boys?”
“Man, Reaper wasn’t kidding when he said it was a fortress.” Hunter let out a low whistle.
Mack kicked his feet, keeping his head above the water. “Doesn’t matter how it looks; there’s always a way in. Merc, you still got that scope?” Mack asked.
Merc made his way closer to Mack and handed him a long, black scope. Mack lifted it to his eye and did a quick scan of the long, low wall bordering the water. Two guards patrolled the top of it. The wall butted up straight against the beach, leaving no trees or bushes for cover in a covert approach. The parts along the sides of the fence were cleared out as well.
“Looks like we’re going in hot, boys,” Mack said.
“We’re ready, boss,” Hunter said.
Mack handed Merc the scope. Kicking his legs, he pulled his rifle over his shoulder and checked the silencer attached to the end of the weapon. “Thank goodness, Mankel sent some nice big silencers with his team to kill us.”
“Almost as good as cheating on a cheater,” Riser said, as he checked his own weapon.
“Hoyt, Jared, if we get you in close enough, how fast do you think you could scale that wall and set up an overwatch to give us some cover to breach the compound?”
“Fifteen seconds, boss,” Jared said quickly.
“All right, let’s hug the shore. We can go under just before we’re visible. Merc, you take out the guy on your left. I’ll take out the guy on my right.”
Merc nodded, “Roger.”
They made their way quietly, moving closer to the shore until their feet touched the bottom and sank in the mud. They slowly made their way to the waterline, making the smallest ripples possible. Once they got to the spot where the trees ended and the yard began, Mack held his hand up and indicated with a flat palm down for everyone to submerge.
They put their rebreather’s in their mouths and sank below the surface.
Then there was nothing but darkness and the quiet sounds water always makes when a body is completely submerged. The gun felt heavy, cold, and comfortable in his grip. Mack estimated they had about thirty yards to go and kept track of the steps. Once he reached the spot, he didn’t hesitate. He stood, water dripping from his body, took aim and then pulled the trigger. The silent bullet whizzed and thumped into the guard on the right.
Merc fired almost simultaneously and his guard fell. Mankel would know their presence soon, and their best bet was to get their asses up and over the wall lickety-split.
