Page 86 of Her Forever SEAL

Mason moved into the left lane and held it. “I'll give him someone to talk to.”

“What are we walking into?” Drake asked.

“Patch Clint and Lydia in,” Mason directed.

There were a couple of clicking noises then Lydia started talking. “There are two main buildings on the property. There’s the production building with a barrel room underneath that has a loading dock entrance, and one staircase and one elevator to the top level. The top level has two entrances, front and back. The other structure is the tasting room, dining room, gift shop and kitchen. Seven entrances total.”

“Fuck!” That came from Drake.

“Lydia, is Clint with you yet?” Mason asked.

“No. He’s still fifteen minutes away.”

“The two of you will need to be points for both our teams. You have the comms for the women, Clint for the men.”

A pause. He could hear Drake relaying it to the men in the vehicle. Heard Finn's voice, then Jack's.

“Mason.” Drake's voice came back, lower. “You walking in the front door alone?”

“That's the play.”

A silence that was very loud.

“He needs me talking and standing upright,” Mason said. “That's Kayla's window. That's yours.”

“Roger that.” Drake didn't like it. As far as Mason was concerned, he didn't have to like it. “We'll be there.”

“I know you will.” Mason moved the truck into the fast lane and watched the offramps blur past. “We need to coordinate this down to the last second. I’m taking every single one of the minutes he allotted me to get there. All of you need to get into position first.”

“Rylie said she’s thirty minutes out,” Lydia relayed.

“I’m still forty-seven minutes away,” Mason reported. “Rylie will have seventeen minutes to set up.”

“Copy.”

He set down the phone, since nobody else had anything else to report. He drove.

The clock on the dash told him he had thirty-seven minutes when he hit the Temecula city limits. He came off the freeway and followed the GPS through roads that went from commercial to rural fast, the town falling away behind him, replaced by open land, and soon he was in the middle of vineyards.

He watched the road and thought about doing the next thing.

The next thing was greeting Ibrahim and evaluating Kayla’s condition.

He thought about keeping Ibrahim talking.

He thought about Kayla's voice on the phone—hoarse and unmistakable and cut off with a cry.

Now he had nineteen minutes.

“I’m here, Mason. Lydia and I have eyes on everyone. Rylie, Angie, and Sophia are moving through the vines toward the buildings.”

“Where’s the team?”

“They’re still thirteen minutes away. You’ve got eighteen minutes. Slow down. You’re driving too fast,” Lydia said.

Mason gripped his steering wheel tighter.

“I see two guards, each with an AK-47. Can’t tell if they’re wearing body armor, I have to assume they are. Both are behind the main tasting building. I don’t have a view of the production building,” Rylie said.