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Thetheir targets once they reached the open sea Except today the US forces were under water disabling the s the Somali pirates wouldn’t discover until they were out in the middle of the sea ready to prey on others Those four ht under their very noses, would screith their heads
Never underestiical warfare
As a field operative for Interpol, she’d been sent to assist with the investigation into stolen artifacts by pirates off the Horn of Africa, to decipher the codes and patterns to their ion had requested international help Those stolen treasures brought major bucks on the black roups and local warlords that increased cri ruthless uprisings Rapressed into service At least one of those child soldiers was on that main vessel today
Another reason the PJs had been tapped to participate was for the safety of the kid as well as the SEALs if things went to hell PJs received the sa needed to carry out the mission, but with additional medic skills to make a house call behind enemy lines PJs were like Supermen with EMT bonus powers
There hadn’t been any PJs around for her iven sketchy details along with her body to bury Authorities had written off the injuries as results of a car accident Stella hadn’t believed them then any more than she believed theoal: to find the truth about her mother’s death Finally, she had her chance and she wouldn’t allow anything to derail her plans
Today’s launch of her
A helicopter had dropped the SEALs and PJs in the water five miles out from the pirates Afterward they were supposed to swim five back where the chopper should be able to pick them up But as a fail-safe, she and four heavily armed CIA operatives stayed nearby in the speedboat
She’d plotted contingencies, and ic was her strength, her secret weapon even It was all about backup plans
Pop, pop, pop
The ununfire carried across the water Stella braced, sweat chilling under her bulletproof vest She looked over her shoulders at her four CIA teauns
“Is it pirates?” she shouted over her shoulder, wind tearing strands of hair loose from her braid
“Don’t think so,” an operative known only as Mr S the distant horizon where two fishing boats bobbed Of course, CIA agents were always S in a pack like today, Jones and Johnson joined in “They see maybe”
His buddy Mr Brown squinted into the scope on his gun “The place is littered with these bastards I’ that party spirit”
Mr Jones hitched his weapon higher “We can outgun them”
Stella eyed the horizon A whale arched just ahead, then slapped its tale in aout on the water’s surface above the closer in case the chopper needs to bail out”