CHAPTER 36
“A-Team good to go.”
“B good.”
“Mother?” First Lieutenant Bobby Stenman queried on a second frequency. This was much more his style than sitting in a damned television studio watching Chef Julio and some poor tourist bite the dust. They weren’t supposed to be operating on US soil, but the chain of command was clean and the decision must have happened way above his pay grade.
There was a pause and then the surveillance operator on the high-flying radar plane called down. “Field is clear. Authorized.”
“A. B. Go. Repeat. Go.” Stenman turned on his night goggles and tapped his flak vest right over his heart for good luck. They slid out from behind the boulder that had hidden his jed-team of three for the last thirty minutes. SAW gunner and Sergeant Intelligence were in A with h
