No Place to Run (KGI #2)(70)

“Rio and Steele are on the ground already. I’ve notified them of the change in head count. They’re awaiting our orders,” Garrett said as he ducked through the exit and made quick work of the steps.

He waited at the bottom and reached for Sophie, who preceded Sam from the plane. Garrett set her on her feet and stared at Sam in the dark. Resnick, Donovan and Ethan followed close behind.

“Adam Resnick?”

The voice filtered through the small group like a ghost. They all turned rapidly, drawing their weapons.

“Kyle Phillips, United States Marine Corps, sir. My men are here and awaiting your orders.”

“Show yourself, soldier,” Resnick said.

There was only a slight shift in the air, and then a dark figure appeared next to Resnick.

Resnick didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Phillips, this is Sam Kelly and his brothers, Garrett, Donovan and Ethan. You’ll be taking orders from them. This is their mission, but it’s your job to make damn sure they don’t fail.”

“Yes, sir.”

Phillips turned to Sam and extended his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Sam took his hand and gave it a quick shake. “I appreciate you and your men coming, Phillips. What information do you have for me?”

“If you’ll come with me, sir, we have vehicles waiting, a quarter mile over that hill. I’ll give you the report when we’re inside.”

Sam took Sophie’s hand and Garrett, Donovan and Ethan fell in, surrounding Sophie as they hurried after Phillips. When they reached the line of SUVs, Sam and Sophie got into the vehicle with Phillips and Garrett, while Resnick, Donovan and Ethan got into another.

“We’ve had the target under surveillance for the last six hours. There was a flurry of movement that ended two hours ago with what we believe was the arrival of his last influx of arms. We have two teams surrounding the house and they’re setting explosives now.”

“Have they seen my mother?” Sam asked.

“Negative, sir. There hasn’t been much movement in the house, and without a man inside, it’s tough to see. It was built with defense in mind. No large open windows, few doors, etcetera. Most of the movement has been on the perimeter. They’re preparing for war. I have three snipers. We’ll position them to do the most damage we can before going in.”

“War is what they’re going to get,” Garrett muttered.

“Excellent,” Sam said. “I put my two best sharpshooters for the meeting with Mouton. We could use more around the perimeter.”

“We’re damn good at what we do, sir. I want you to know that. We won’t let you down.”

For the first time since this whole bloody business had begun, Sam felt a kernel of relief. He lived and died by his faith in the U.S. military and special ops. There weren’t better men anywhere in the world, and he was damn glad to have them with him now.

“I’ll need you to brief your men on what’s going down,” Sam said.

“Yes, sir.”

“And I want whatever information you’ve got on the facility and the number of men and their position. I need to know every inch of this place before we go in. You’ll coordinate with Steele and Rio, my team leaders. They’ll have the field. My brothers and I are taking Sophie to make the exchange for my mother.”

“Yes, sir. We’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you, Phillips. I appreciate it.”

“No thanks necessary, sir. It’s my job.”

Yeah, a job. He wished that’s all it f**king was this time. Just a job.

CHAPTER 28

IT didn’t feel right. None of it felt right. Sam eyed his surroundings as the SUV rolled up the winding, dusty road that led to the front gate of Mouton’s spread.

Garrett drove and Resnick, who’d insisted on coming along and adding his manpower, rode shotgun. Sophie was squeezed between Sam and Donovan in the middle seat, while Ethan rode in the back.

He glanced sideways at Sophie’s pale features and saw grim determination in the set of her mouth. Over her thin shirt she wore a Kevlar vest that Sam himself had secured around her small frame. Hell, he’d wanted to cover her from head to toe with body armor. He wanted no part of her unprotected. What if something went horribly wrong? How could he ever forgive himself if something happened to her or their child?

He was sorely tempted to tell Garrett to turn around so he could take Sophie back. As if sensing his turmoil, Sophie slid her fingers through his and turned her head to gaze up at him. She squeezed and smiled, and that small reassurance hit him in the gut.

He was a damn fraud. It was his job—his duty—to protect his family, and yet it was Sophie who was determined to protect them all.

He squeezed her hand back, all the words he wanted to say trapped in his throat. He forced his thoughts to the situation at hand.

Steele and Rio had joined Phillips’s teams hours before, when night still shrouded the rocky hills. They’d established a tight perimeter around the compound, and P.J. and Cole were in position, their rifles trained on the front entrance.

It was a mission Sam should have felt good about. Phillips’s teams had evened the odds. He had absolute faith in his own men. This should be a walk in the park. Only this was personal. This was involving people he loved.