9
“Weren’t we just here?”
Chad glanced over at Tanya as the sunset chased them up the rear ramp on the MH-47G Chinook.
“But if we were, it was going that way.” He pointed down the ramp in the direction they’d slid and tumbled into the jungle river.
After dinner and a planning session, the team had taken a couple of unremarkable Toyota Corollas to a small clearing deep in the Medellín hills before donning their gear.
They’d scrounged up enough for Tanya. Over that tight t-shirt from Sofia, one of Richie’s camo shirts fit her well enough. Melissa had remarkably long legs, which meant her slacks had fit Tanya nicely. Night-vision goggles and a new radio came out of general supplies. They’d all donned Ecuadoran military insignia patches for their collar points. They also had Colombian ins
