Page 31 of Seduced by a SEAL

Chapter 11

The city grew larger as they sped toward it, the Humvee bouncing along the dirt road. Colton rode shotgun as Jacob drove, Ryker in the seat behind them. Colton clenched his jaw, glancing back at the outline of the mountains in the distance. A sliver of moon shone in the sky above them. He adjusted his night-vision goggles.

Hell.

Camila was still out there somewhere. Kidnapped. Alone.

Given the reports that her father was in a convoy leaving the city, it was pretty damn likely she wasn’t with him. His SEAL team would grab the package and be on their merry-fucking-way, one nonstop flight back to Little Creek.

And if Camila was left behind, frightened and at the mercy of her captors?

Not their damn problem, according to the Pentagon.

Jacob glanced over at Colton from his spot behind the steering wheel. “This op reminds me of when we rushed the terrorist camp in Afghanistan—nightfall, a missing woman. A group of assholes thinking they rule the world with no fucking idea that we’re coming.”

“Except Camila’s not with her father. We’re just grabbing the Rodriguez cartel’s kingpin and getting the hell out of Dodge. Last time we knew the exact location of the missing woman. Hell—last time our op was the missing woman.”

“Yeah, well, a senator’s daughter is a little different than the daughter of a drug lord. Especially in the eyes of the U.S. government.”

Ryker leaned forward from his spot in the back of the Humvee. “What’d Hunter say? You know he wouldn’t want to leave her behind.”

“Hell. What can he do?” Colton asked. “We have orders from the CO straight from the Pentagon. It’s not like we can drive all over Bogota looking for the woman I had a one-night-stand with. We don’t even have a damn fucking clue where she is.”

Jacob grunted in affirmation. “There’s a vehicle coming our way,” he said into the mouthpiece of his headset.

Hunter’s voice came through their earpieces from the other Humvee. “Roger that. Looks to be like a civilian vehicle. Don’t slow down. The highway is coming up in one hundred yards. We’ll loop around the outskirts of the city and intercept the convoy. Last known location was five miles outside of Bogota.”

Colton’s gaze swept the area, his assault rifle clenched in his hands. The car approaching them on the other side of the dirt road drove right by them without incident. He glanced back over his shoulder, watching it continue down the road and eventually go out of sight.

“Do we have an update on which vehicle Miguel’s believed to be in?” Jacob asked into his mouthpiece.

“Negative,” Hunter responded. “The CO is getting additional sat imagery as we speak. Appears to be four vehicles, possibly a fifth trailing in the distance.”

“We’re approximately ten minutes out from their location,” Jacob said.

“Roger that,” Hunter said in a cool voice. “We’ll head off the front vehicle of the convoy if we don’t have confirmation on which one the target is. Noah and Jacob, remain in the Humvees unless it all goes to hell. This is just a snatch and grab. As soon as we have hands on Miguel, we’re out.”

“I wonder what the supposed additional vehicle is?” Jacob asked the others in his Humvee.

“Another cartel tailing them?” Ryker asked.

“Possibly,” Colton agreed. “It could be them; it could be nothing. There’s lots of traffic on the main highway.”

Their CO’s voice suddenly came over their headsets. “The new images were just sent to you. It looks like the target is riding in the fourth vehicle.”

“We’ll ambush them from the sides,” Hunter said. “Don’t worry about the first three vehicles. We go in, grab the package, and get out.”

“Roger that,” the other men said.

There was a bump as the Humvee left the dirt road and pulled onto the highway. Jacob accelerated, speeding toward the convoy. “ETA is one minute,” he said in a low voice. “Let’s do this.”

“We’ll cover the left side, you take the right,” Hunter commanded. “Let’s cut him off and take him in.”

They sped along the side of the highway, racing ahead of the other traffic, until Colton could see four vehicles traveling together up ahead.

“Target in in sight,” Jacob said, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Fourth vehicle is a dark SUV. Looks like tinted windows. No telling which seat Miguel’s in.”

“Roger that,” Noah said over the headsets. “I’ll meet you up there.”

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