Part 92 (2/2)

There wasn't time.

We had to find Finn.

For a moment, though, we stood there, back-to-back in a defensive circle, weapons in hand, looking out at the vast darkness around us.

”Fastest way to cover the area is to separate,” said Top. Bunny looked at him. ”f.u.c.k that.”

After a few seconds, I said it, too: ”f.u.c.k that.”

Top just shook his head.

So, we stood our ground.

We are three of the toughest, scariest fighters around. That's not a joke.The DMS scouts the top players from the SEALs, Delta, and other groups. We are actually the best of the best.

But all we could do at that moment was stand there, huddled together for the warmth and a.s.surance of human contact, holding our guns and praying that the night would end.

We tried very hard not to look at the three dead men who lay nearby.

Thirty-six minutes later, we heard the distant whup-whup-whup of our helicopter returning to find us.We popped flares, but we still stood together while we waited.

When we saw the Black Hawk pop its landing lights, I very nearly broke down and cried.

18.

echo teAm They flew us out. Five hours later, we went back out there, this time with three Black Hawks full of SpecOps guys and CIA shooters. A day later, the rest of Echo Team was in-country and they joined us. We scoured the area, searching every inch.The blood was still there, along with the sh.e.l.l casings and footprints.

We found absolutely nothing else.

Not a G.o.dd.a.m.n thing.

When Bunny went to dig up the artifacts . . . they were gone

as well.

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