Chapter 8
Sofia found a room by herself. It wasn’t hard, the ship had a thousand passengers fewer than it usually did. The rest of the team had opted for a pair of facing suites. She had quietly asked one of the stewards for a simple room on a different deck.
The SOGs—still bound—had been extracted before dawn. No CIA bird to whisk them back into whatever dark recesses the CIA’s Special Operations Group lurked. Colonel Gibson had called in a Navy MH-53E Sea Dragon helo from a nearby aircraft carrier group. There might be no love lost between the Navy and Delta, but they were more than willing to team up against the SOGs. Especially after Duane had played his soundtrack for the helo’s flight crew. The Navy was the most gender-integrated service of them all and had a real penchant for prot
