Chapter 6
Sofia had considered kicking Duane’s thigh again, but missed her chance before everyone had gathered around and he’d begun laying out his plan.
Now she was standing at the back of the Chinook helicopter’s rear ramp, gaping open above the night-dark ocean. It was her second time in twenty-four hours and only her second time in over two years to be in such a position. Was the night-ocean-helicopter paradigm a Delta Force thing or was this somehow her doing?
They’d flown out of the storm twenty miles back. They were now in the wind shadow of the fifteen-hundred-meter peaks of Panama’s Serranía de Tabasará sheltering the Mosquito Gulf and the waves were at least manageable. Still, she was glad not to be in the tiny Zodiac.
They’d dropped the Zodiac and the other five team members
