The Hostage - Page 13/28

I smiled at the memory and realized that we were almost there. I trust you with my life, Keith had said. Well, I wasn't going to let him down. I took a few deep breaths, contained my emotions, and focused on the mission.

Jeff had just turned left down a dirt road.

"We're going to have to park here and walk up so as not to be noticed." Jeff turned and looked back at me.

I leaned forward. "All right. What about medical?"

"They're behind us as soon as we give them the all clear sign they'll come in."

Jeff drove the car off the road, parked behind a group of trees and then we all got out. We made our way through the thick brush, undergrowth, and the trees until we came to a wooden post fence with barbed wire.

"We're at the fence," I radioed in.

"There are two hostiles moving about between the house and the yard, they're keeping lookout," James said.

"Copy that." I put the silencer on my gun and Jeff did the same. I hopped the fence, Jeff carefully climbed over. We moved slowly through the yard, keeping hidden in the tall undergrowth, weeds, and the various trees spread throughout the yard. I saw one of the men took aim and fired directly at his chest. He fell down and minutes later the other man came around the farmhouse and looked around. Jeff took him out and then we motioned to the other two agents to keep watch. We ran up to the front door. It was an old, beautiful Victorian style house painted in a light blue paint with white trim, any other time I might have admired it.

"Four hostiles are on the main floor. Two in the main room and one man in each of the other two rooms. There is a basement and from infrared were guessing it's our two guys and a guard down there, possibly Nahir." James said "Copy that, we're going in," Jeff whispered. He looked at me and I nodded, I took position beside the door ready to cover him. I was getting Keith out of here if it was the last thing I did. Jeff kicked in the engraved wooden door. The wood splintered, and a man screamed out warning as I shot him. Two others came running in and Jeff and I took them out. We made our way in slowly. We searched the men and found a set of keys on one. I stuck them in my pocket. I then covered Jeff as we moved from the living to the dining room area. A young, lanky, man with grey blue eyes and short black hair wearing khaki pants and a white cotton tee was cowering against the wall.