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“Didn’t think I’d be back here so soon.” Chad had seen far too much of this camp over the four long days of scouting it. Now, less than thirty hours after slipping away and ten hours after waking with his head on Tanya’s shoulder, he was back, sweating in the late afternoon heat.
A pair of Black Hawks had delivered the full team and a pair of Zodiac boats twenty klicks upriver—no waterfalls in the way, he’d checked first. Apparently the Night Stalkers didn’t have any spare Chinooks hanging around Colombia. The one from last night was offshore somewhere being rebuilt.
Not a word from Tanya, lying in the brush close along his right side.
“At least there are no waterfalls this time.” They’d raced the Zodiacs northward down the river to a mile above the camp, then hidden the boats and co
