He had a girl to save, and everything in Matt’s gut said they were running out of time.
Gathering around the safehouse’s large table, Ghost waited until everyone was in a spot to see the large, printed map before starting.
“Here’s what we know. Bukhari’s warehouse is here.” He pointed to a marked spot on the map. This is Mehrabad International here. This lot houses the airports overflow buildings. General supplies, that sort of thing. The space between that and Bukhari’s warehouse is vacant. To the east of that building is the hospital for District Ten.”
“Which part of the warehouse is Katherine being held?” Matt blurted.
“Hang on, Turner.” Ghost held out a hand. “I know you’re anxious to go in, but we need our plan to be solid first, and you and your men need all the intel we’ve gathered to make that happen.”
Matt nodded. “Sorry. You were saying?”
He knew he was jumping ahead, but fuck if he could help it.
“One of our contacts in the hospital spotted a man matching Adrian Walker’s description.”
“When?”
“Three days ago. He entered the hospital empty-handed but left with a stack of scrubs. When our contact asked around, he found out Walker had sweet-talked a nurse into giving them to him. Said his daughter was home, sick with a fever, and needed something cool to wear. Apparently, she bought it and gave him several pair.”
“They were for Kat,” Matt mumble to himself.
“That’s what we’re thinking.” Fletch nodded.
Unable to keep from it, Matt looked at the Delta team and asked, “Okay, so do you have a plan of entrance yet, or do we need to figure that out?”
“Well, Turner,” Derek drawled. “If you’d let the man talk, he might tell you.”
Shit.He was doing it again. “Sorry, guys. I’m just…”
“Scared for your woman,”Truck’s deep voice rumbled. “Trust us. We get it.”
Something in Truck’s eyes told Matt the big guy was speaking from personal experience. He already knew Ghost, Fletch, and Coach had stories similar to the one Matt and Katherine were currently living. He hadn’t realized Truck did, too.
As he scanned the group, Matt was shocked to find the same, knowing look staring back at him from both Beatle and Hollywood.
Damn. “Must be something about the women the Delta or R.I.S.C. men choose, huh?” Matt half-joked with the group.
“Sure is,” Beatle drawled. “They’re all smart as hell and tough as nails.”
“I’m guessing yours is no different?” Hollywood asked Matt.
“No,” he answered truthfully. “Kat’s…amazing.”
Beatle gave Matt a slight smirk and said, “Then let’s quit standing around here shootin’ the shit and figure out how we’re gonna get her back.”
It was the best thing Matt had heard all day.
Four long, torturous hours later, Matt and the others were finally geared up and ready to go. Using the Iranian night sky to their advantage, they’d managed to travel through the city undetected to where they were now.
With the airport overflow buildings as cover, they used their night vision goggles to watch for movement coming from the warehouse.
A combination of concrete blocks and drywall, the large structure looked strong and sturdy, but it had definite weak spots that would make for easy targets. They just had to make sure Kat wasn’t within the radius of danger, should they need to go that route.
While Matt and the others had been on the plane to Iran, Delta had found a contact who’d led them to a man who’d worked on the lab’s construction.
From what he could see through the thermal scope on his rifle, there were ten individual heat signals coming from inside the building.
One in the area the other team’s contact said was the lab and nine more scattered throughout the building.
