“Who else is down there?” Colton asked.
“The hell if I know. DEA agents were tracking him for months. Following the drug money. Gathering intel on his inner circle. It sounded like there are just a few agents left down there now though. As for grabbing him? We’re it. He’s been spotted out in the open, so the Pentagon gave the go ahead.”
“That’s why we’re moving in. We know. It still doesn’t help me a damn bit in finding Camila.”
“I know how you feel,” Hunter said. “They took Emma, remember? I brought her home with me, and they fucking grabbed her.”
Colton frowned. Hunter had met the British archeologist during a brief trip to London earlier in the year. He and Mason had happened to be in the right place at the right time when she’d bumped into him in a pub. When she’d eventually returned to the U.S. with Hunter and terrorists had still tracked her down, Hunter had been the one to rescue her.
It didn’t make his own situation any damn easier though.
Hell. He barely even knew Camila, but the thought of her in harm’s way, being held against her will, had him seeing red.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Hunter raised his eyebrows.
“I only spent one night with her, and I can’t get her out of my head. The thought that she could’ve been hurt, or raped, or worse—it just fucking kills me.”
Ryker smirked. “You, my friend, are totally fucked. She must have been some woman to have you wrapped around her finger like this. You’re as bad as Hunter now.”
Hunter briefly chuckled before grabbing his gear beside his seat. “You think I’m going to complain about having Emma in my bed every night? Not a fucking chance. I’m going over the maps again. We’ll probably have new intel by the time we land, but I want to be intimately familiar with the terrain we’ll be dealing with. Hell. Once we grab Miguel, maybe he’ll have some leads on where they took his daughter.”
“Do we still think he’s somewhere in the city?”
“Affirmative. But as for how long that’ll last? Not a damn clue. Not if he’s out searching for his daughter. And if it’s true that they’re trying to run him out of town, he could be damn well anywhere.”
“Wonderful,” Colton murmured, grabbing his headphones from his bag again.
“I gotta rest up, too,” Ryker said. “I wasn’t expecting an extra early wake-up call.”
Hunter eyed him in amusement. “Did you even get the name of the woman you left in bed this morning?”
“Nope,” he said with a chuckle.
Colton shook his head in disbelief, putting on his headphones. He leaned back against the uncomfortable seat, shutting his eyes. Letting the darkness take over.
Thoughts whirled through his mind, and he clenched his fists.
There was nothing like being so powerful, part of goddamn Navy SEAL team with weapons and equipment and whatever they needed at their disposal, yet feeling so helpless at the same time.