Taliban were involved in a firefight with a team of men emerging from the buildings.
Jonathon, Rory’s antsy copilot said, “The rest of the SEALs had better hurry or we’re going to have to leave them. If these ragheads have a missile launcher, we’re toast anyway.”
It was true, but Rory held on until the last of four men—one slung over the shoulder of another—scrambled into the helicopter as others pulled them in. Bullets were pinging off the sides as he lifted the big Chinook and was away.
He knew the rank and name of the SEAL leader, knew he was a physician. Right now, Bond was kneeling on the floor treating the worst of the wounded men, some from Delta Force as well as his team.
Bond’s men had rescued an American aid worker taken hostage and tortured by the Taliban. The worker was in
