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Her heart hammered in her chest and she heard rustling behind her in the long weeds. She couldn't have heard what she heard. It couldn't be.
"Mission aborted. Come back to base. Copy?"
She couldn't respond. Those poor kids, taken from the US and hauled all the way out here for their next destination. Lord only knew what’d happen to them from this point forward. Grief and despair for the kids down there and no reason why they would leave them? None?
"Sergeant Dillano, please explain."
"Mission. Aborted. That's all you need to know Copeland."
Creed muttered under his breath, "This is fucked up shit."
"It is. We just can't leave them."
More rustling and movement to her right and Charly's head peeked through the tall weeds.
"What the fuck does that mean?" There were tears in her eyes, and Emersyn’s own emotions mirrored Charly's. "I say we go get them anyway. I don't give a fuck if they kick me out of the program. Not even a little."
"I have to agree with you Charly."
Diego came into the fray. "I'm with Charly. I'll go in. I don't give two fucks if Sergeant Dildo kicks my ass to the curb, I'll go find a private agency that will let us actually do our fucking jobs."
Creed grunted. "I'm with the rest of you."
She hadn't heard from Donovan and looked over to see his jaw clenched and his eyes focused on the men below them. The driver of the bus was on the phone and the other three were still watching their hill but made no move to come looking for them.
"Why don't we retreat and stop that bus on the road. The only road in is the one we're parked alongside of. We can be back to our vehicle before they take off."
Emmy looked down at the activity below when her comm unit cracked once again. "Copeland, respond. Now."
"Roger—mission aborted."
As soon as she responded the driver put his phone in his pocket and began yelling to the other three. That son of a bitch was on the phone with Dildo. Immediately one of the men went to the shack and a few minutes later the kids were dragged from inside and toward the bus. They were filthy, and the saddest part of all was they weren't even crying anymore.
Each child was around seven or eight years old, one girl and two boys. Their clothing was dirty and torn, their hair was filthy and matted, and their little faces were so darkened with soot and dirt, if she didn't know they were American children she'd never have guessed it.
"Okay, let's follow the plan. Hit the road and we'll hike up along the road. Van, you get in our Humvee and drive slowly, then once you get to the first bend, where there's nowhere to go but down on either side, stop and act as if something's wrong with the vehicle. We'll come out and get the kids and cap these jack offs. Then, we'll go back to base and pack our shit. I'm starting my own team of men and women and we'll actually get shit done."
Diego laughed. "I'm in."
Charly nodded, "Me too."
Van and Creed both added, "Me too."
All they needed to do now was get these kids and leave no one behind to talk.
“Okay, everyone switch your comm unit to channel 7, we don’t want Dildo to hear us.” Emmy commanded.
Once she had the kids, she'd call her Uncle Gaige and ask for his support—first to bring the kids home, second to start her own group just like his. She was sick of all the back-handed deals their crooked superiors put in place to line their own pockets. So often this shit was politically motivated and she was sick and tired of kids being pawns in the government's bullshit.
They began retracing their steps back to their vehicle dropping each team member off as they went. Once in place, Van climbed in the Humvee and drove toward the camp where the kids were.
Emmy listened as she took up a hiding place along the road but stayed hidden. They couldn't use bombs or anything that might harm the kids so they'd have to use their smarts and get this driver to stop. He had no choice because the terrain on either side of the bend was a straight drop off and that bus he drove would never make it around, if he thought he'd give it a go.
Clicking her comm unit Emmy called to her team. "In place, north side of the bend."
"Roger. In place one meter after the bend." Charly replied.
It took a few minutes before Diego responded, "In place, two meters before the bend."
