“Stop.” Gabe ordered sharply. “No way you could’ve known Yavuz had access to a farm that belonged to a relative of a relative of a relative. So, knock that shit off and stay focused. Otherwise you’re going to be of no use to us or Gracie.”
Gabe was right. Nate had to get his head out of his ass and focus on this like any other mission. Gracie’s life depended on it.
With a tilt of his chin, Nate obeyed his team leader’s command and moved on. “Okay, so we know where he is, and we know the security’s pretty basic around the perimeter. What about the inside?”
“If I may?” Barry intervened. “My cousin said no one else has been allowed inside the house other than Yavuz, Achim, and one other man. An American.”
“Adrian Walker.”
“Yes!” Barry’s face lit up as if he were excited to contribute. “That is it. Rasat said a man named Walker was there. He escorted the woman into the house and since then, he has aided the other men in their security details. I do not know any more about him than that.”
“That’s all we need to know,” Matt assured him.
Nate took a few seconds to study his friend. Of one thing, he was certain; if Matt ever got his hands on Adrian Walker, things would end very badly for the Patriot-turned-traitor. Speaking of traitors…
“What’s your cut in all this?” he asked Barry.
Looking confused, he asked, “What do you mean by ‘cut’?”
Nate rolled his eyes. “What do you get out of this? Because as sure as I’m standing here, I know you didn’t just walk up to these fine gentlemen and offer all this intel out of the goodness of your heart.”
“Ah, cut. I see, now.” Barry bobbed his head, but it was Ghost who answered the question.
“Our commander used a few connections he has to make arrangements for both Barry and his cousin to be transported safely to the States once the mission is complete.”
“Then, what?” Zade asked. “Those two go into Witness Protection or something?”
“Or something,” Coach’s deep voice rumbled.
“Fine by me,” Matt shrugged.
“I don’t give two fucks where this asshole and his cousin end up. I just want to go in, take care of Yavuz, Achim, and Walker, and get Gracie the hell out of here.”
A smile spread across Ghost’s face. “That’s the plan, Carter.”
“Alright, then.” Nate looked at the men crowded in the tiny space. “Let’s get to it.”
Chapter 17
An hour later, after mapping out their plan of attack, Nate and the others were riding down a long, dirt road.
Ghost was driving the jeep he, Gabe, and Coach were in. Fletch, Matt, and Zade were in the one following them.
Nate had to admit, it was somewhat amusing seeing someone as tall and large as Coach sitting in the vehicle’s front seat. It was an average-size Jeep, but Coach was definitely not an average-size man. The dude also had one hell of a memory.
During the drive, Nate made the four men go back over their plan again. He had to be sure they were ready. Gracie’s life—his life—depended on it.
When Gabe asked a question about the farm home’s layout, Coach spit out the building’s floor plan with so much detail, you would’ve thought the man designed the place himself.
Afterward, they found out Coach had an eidetic memory, which explained everything. It also made Nate a little jealous of the big guy.
Between working intelligence for the Navy and now as Bravo’s technical analysis expert, the ability to remember everything he read and saw sure would’ve come in handy.
Soon, Ghost was pulling off the road and into a smattering of trees. Fletch followed their tracks. Once they were too far off the road to be seen by anyone driving by, they stopped and the men got out.
After a final weapons and com check, Ghost led them through the trees to the backside of the property Yavuz was supposedly at. Nate’s heart pounded harder and harder with each step.
He didn’t know what condition they’d find Gracie in, but no matter what, he would get her out of there. Even if it was the last thing he did.
