Elisabeth Naughton - Extreme Measures

Guatemala

ETA to extraction: twelve minutes and counting.

Zane Archer scanned the darkened compound from the trees just beyond the perimeter wall and tried to ignore the sweltering jungle heat.

Too bad it didnt work.

Sweat gathered under his fatigues and beneath his helmet, but he knew that soon the temperature would be the least of his worries. Wiping a hand over the moisture dripping into his eyes, he looked through the scope. At this hournearly three in the morningthe only lights flickering were in two windows on the second floor of the Mediterranean-style mansion. A guard roamed the portico outside the first floor, and other than a few howler monkeys chirping in the jungle canopy nearby, no other sound besides rustling leaves and palm fronds met his ears.

He glanced at his watch again. ETA to extraction: eleven minutes, twenty-five seconds.

Nerves fluttered in his belly, but he ignored those too. Keeping the M4 carbine rifle trained on the guard, he tipped his head toward the com unit near his shoulder. Look alive, boys. Were coming up on go time.

In his earpiece, the radio squawked. Youre sure hes in there?

Jake Ryders skepticism was nothing new. But on this, Zane was confident. Carters intel is sound.

Itd better be, Jake muttered. Our balls are dangling out here in the breeze, Archer.

Zane bit back the smart-ass comment because Jake had let him take the lead on this one, and then looked through his scope again, scanning the perimeter once more.

His heart picked up speed, and adrenaline flooded his system. Ryder and Hedley should have their men in position on the far side of the compound by now. Though Zane was confident this extraction was going to go down without a hitch, he knew Jake RyderCEO of Aegis Security, the private company comprising Zane and a handful of elite specialists from around the globewasnt so sure. Jake didnt know Carter from a fart in the wind. And though he was aware Zane and Carter had teamed together during Zanes five years with the CIA, he still questioned the fact that this whole op hinged on the intel Carter had passed along to Zane. Intel that said one Adam Humbolt, PhD and specialist in chemical weaponry, was being held in this Guatemalan compound by a gang of thugs who worked for Central American drug lord Roberto Contosa.

Humbolts in there, he said into his com unit. Trust me, Carter and the Company want this guy free as much as we do.

Not as much. More. Humbolt didnt officially work for the US government, but word on the street was that the scientist knew some super top secret shit the United States didnt want shared with anyoneCentral American drug lords included. And though logic said this extraction probably should have fallen to a SEAL or Delta team, because the State Department didnt want this op on record, the job had been handed off to Aegis, with its superior track record. Aegiss orders were simple: get the job done quietly and quickly and with no link back to the US government whatsoever.

Ryder didnt respond, and Zane knew his boss was thinking, Well see, but facts were facts. Sure, there were a whole lot of people who wanted the science percolating in Humbolts genius mind, and another bunch whod like to see him dead, but the ones who mattered just wanted him back in the States alive and in one piece.

Time ticked by slowly in the oppressive early morning heat. Zane could all but feel the adrenaline from his teammates stationed around the compound. And though he tried to stay focused as he waited, he couldnt stop his mind from drifting back to the last time hed worked with Carter. To being stuck in that run-down apartment in Beirut hed shared with Carter and Juliet. To the months of running surveillance, blending in, fighting back the boredom. To the nights hed been alone with Juliet when Carter had been out. To the laughs, the looks, the heated moments that never should have happened.

Holy hell, he whispered. You are such a fucking moron.

You say something? Hedley piped in his ear.

Shit, he was talking to himself. He cleared his throat, peered through the scope again, and put all thoughts of Juliet out of his mind for good. Remember, boys, he said. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Ooh-rah, Landon Miller murmured, the only communication the former Marine had uttered since theyd set up the perimeter.

As the team went black, Zane said a quick prayer theyd be in and out in seconds rather than minutes or hours. Said another that no one got dead.

He shifted his finger from guard to trigger. Lined up the compound sentry in his crosshairs. And just as the last second passed on his watch, he fired once, killing the south-end sentry with a barely audible pop. On the north end, he was confident Ryder had just accomplished the same.

He was out of the tree and across the wall before the sentrys body hit the ground, rappelling the cement structure as quickly as possible and bracing his rifle against his shoulder as he crossed the dew-covered grass. At the southwest corner of the compound, he caught up with Hedleys group coming in from the side and pointed up, signaling the hostage room theyd identified earlier on the second floor.

Miller and Stone tossed ropes up and over the second-story balcony, the grappling hooks catching the balustrade and securing tight. Zane followed Hedley to the second floor, waiting in silence as the other two men climbed up and over the railing. As a silent unit, they made their way across the balcony and lined up outside the hostage room.

Hedley signaled with his finger, counted to three, and then pulled an M84 flash grenade from his pack. When he got the nod from Hedley, Zane used his rifle to blow open the door of the compound. Hedley jerked the pin from his grenade and tossed the explosive into the room.

A roar shook the building and echoed through the darkness, followed by a blinding flash of light, intended to disorient those inside.

Zane was the first through the door, sweeping the right side of the room with his gun. Hedley came in on his tail, scanning the left, while Miller and Stone followed through the middle zone. Shouts echoed around them. Zane caught sight of two hostages, tied in chairs in the center of the room, then the tangos, two on the right, one on the left, all three scrambling for weapons in their confusion.

He fired two double-taps, shifted his weapon to the second target, and fired again. The shots hit dead center in the chest, dropping the captors with quick pops. Clear right, he said into his shoulder.

To his left, he heard two more pops and saw the last captor go down. Clear left, Hedley echoed in his earpiece.

All clear, Miller followed from the middle of the room.

Whos there? The man in the chair turned his head from side to side, his vision obstructed by a black bandana tied at the back of his head.

The cavalry. Zane yanked the blindfold from Humbolts head. The man blinked several times. He was thin from weeks in captivity, and he looked like hed taken a major beating. Bruises and dried blood covered one whole side of his face.

In the chair beside him, the brunette vibrated with fear. Zane shot her a look and then refocused on the job at hand. Mr. Humbolt, were here to get you out.

Thank God, Humbolt breathed.

Hedley cut the hostages ties while Zane and the other two got them to their feet.

How did you find us? the woman asked in a shaky voice as Zane ushered her toward the door. She didnt look much steadier on her feet than Humbolt, but at least she wasnt black and blue.

Zane didnt know who she was, but thered be plenty of time for intros later. Well fill you in once were secure. Right now just focus on keeping up.