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Pelley rose from his chair.  I ll take care of it right now.
 One of my agents will go with you. Just in case you have any questions about
personal likes or dislikes.
Pelley glared at him, then stormed from the room, an agent trailing behind him.
* * * * *
Mark had finished with his preparations and opened his laptop to check for any
additional messages from Andy. No sooner was he online than the icon flashed and he
clicked on it. Staring at the message, he realized they had the last piece of the puzzle in
place. Not only did they have the evidence of who had planned this but if Agent
Anthony Delaware would cooperate, they could even identify the main contact. The
chairman of this little group from hell.
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He nudged Rick who was sitting next to him and turned the screen so he could read
it.
Rick stared at it.  Son of a bitch.
Dan held out his hands for the computer and Mark reached across so he and Troy
could share it.
 Damn, Dan said.
 Double damn, Troy echoed.
 Who the hell would have thought this? Dan asked.
 Who would have thought this whole scheme was possible to begin with? It took
Andy to connect all the dots.
 So now what? Mark wanted to know.
 Now, Dan told him,  we get the Wrights and Mari Culhane out of there, get them
back home and take down this abominable arrangement.
* * * * *
They couldn t do anything about the noise of the helicopter. They just had to take
care of business as quickly as possible. Ed let them out far enough away from the main
house that the sound wouldn t be right over their heads, using the trees for cover and
finding a clear space to hover. Just like they d done the night before, the men fast-roped
down to the ground.
Before moving to the open door, Mike leaned down and gave Kat a hard kiss on the
lips.  I love you and we ll bring them back. Then he was gone, a muscular figure in
camouflage loaded with weapons and equipment. He still felt the impression of her lips
on his as the men began to move stealthily toward their target.
The trees grew very thick here, as opposed to the location of the other hut where the
hostages had been held. About five hundred yards from their target they stopped and
Dan found an appropriate tree to climb. As soon as he was high enough, he found one
notch in the limbs to straddle and another to rest his sniper rifle on. Carefully he looked
through the scope to focus on the view. In the Marines he d worked with a spotter but
for what they were doing today he didn t need one.
After a long minute he looked down at Rick standing just beneath the tree, nodded
and held up one finger.
One guard, in view, in his sight.
Rick made an  okay signal with thumb and forefinger. Dan held up his hand again
with two fingers upraised.
Two minutes. Move now.
The others continued to move closer to the hut, crouching low. As soon as they
reached it, Mark clicked his throat mic to signal they were in place. Only Dan, as he
fired, heard the puff! of the silenced shot but they saw the guard in back crumple to the
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ground, the back of his head blown away. As he fell Mark and Troy moved to the front
and in seconds the second guard was down. Troy clicked his mic twice, the signal they
were entering the hut.
Troy lifted the heavy piece of wood holding the door shut and swung the door
open. The four people inside scrambled to their feet, backing away toward the far wall.
Mark held his fingers to his lips, then pulled back a velcroed flap on his sleeve to show
the Phoenix Agency patch.
 No questions, he whispered.  We re getting you out of here but we don t have
much time.
Mike blessed the fact that no one asked any questions. They all looked as if they d
been through hell but they followed him out of the hut, the others covering their rear.
As they passed the guard at the back of the hut, they heard his radio crackling and a
voice calling him to check in.
 Hustle, Mike whispered into his comm unit.  We could have company any
minute.
They moved through the trees as fast as they could, the hostages hurrying to the
best of their ability. They d gone about three hundred yards when they heard the roar
of an engine and the slam of car doors. Then heavy voices in Spanish, loud and angry.
Mark. Can you hear me?
Mark touched Rick s arm and pointed to his head. Yes. What is it?
Ed s at the pickup point. How s it going?
We have the hostages and we re on our way.
Oh thank god. I ll tell Kat.
 Buy us some time, Dan said, when Mark relayed the message to him. He was
down from the tree now.  No need for silence anymore.
Mike moved slightly to the side, brought his rifle up and laid down covering fire as
Rick brought the grenade launcher into place. One whoosh! and a trail of fire blazed
toward the men pursuing them. Screams of agony sounded, followed by the stuttering
sound of a machine gun. Dan, Mark and Troy had the hostages, literally dragging them
along. Rick loaded another grenade while Mike laid down more fire, then another
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