Page 124 of Marks of Rebellion
The thought of her with Carlos makes my stomach churn. But the knowledge of what he could be doing to her stirs my vengeance so that I'm dizzy again.
"Whoa. Maybe you should lie down," Sadie suggests.
Kyle comes back into the room. He splits in two, and I have to shut my eyes and hold on to the table.
"I think it's best if you stay a few more days. You've got a nasty concussion."
"I'm fine. Can you show me how this phone works?"
"Sure." Kyle spends a half hour going over how to get on the internet and other features. I don't think I'll need a phone, but it's not a bad thing to have.
"I've got Marine buddies up in Belize. They can help you."
"I'm good. I don't need help."
He crosses his arms. "Now the concussion has gone to your brain, all right."
"No offense, but—"
"You're not going to be able just to walk in and grab her. You know that every mission needs a team."
Team. I wish I had my guys with me right now. I can't even get their advice.
"If you're dealing with a politician, they are going to be guarded. He'll have protection on her."
I put my hands over my face to try and quiet my mind against my pounding skull so I can think.
"I'm right," he states and I can't deny it.
I groan. "Kid, I thought you were a medic?"
He grunts. "You don't think I got my arm blown off from the vet's hospital, do you?"
"Point taken. Where did that happen?"
"Afghanistan."
"Sorry about that."
His face hardens. "Men who don't stay patient and wait for the right opportunity make mistakes."
"You're right. But every second she's with him is one second too long. I need to get her out of there."
"You make the wrong move and she's dead. And you can't do this alone."
I hold my head in my hands again, trying to think, but everything is fuzzy. "Who do you know in Belize?"
"My old sergeant is up there."
"Who's that?"
"His name is Mack Griston."
"Mack's in Belize?"
"Yes, you know him?"
He hazed me in boot camp.
