They settled LCAC-316 five miles and three minutes south of the Libyan camp. Nika knew that under Gaddafi, terrorists had done well here. Now that there was no consolidated government at all, they thrived. Al-Qaeda, Libya Shield Force, Ansar al-Sharia—it didn’t matter. They all needed to be erased.
Nika was down the ladder even before the skirt was deflated. The engines were still whistling down from full roar toward idle; they’d be keeping the LCAC ready for immediate flight.
It took her and Jerome less than two minutes to crack loose the chains on all of the vehicles. Dave had the skirt deflated and the front ramp already lowered to the arid sand amid a swirl of choking dust.
The Rangers had saddled up. The two big Ranger Special Operations Vehicles rolled down the ramp and onto the s
