Deckard woke up as he felt someone grabbing his dick. He turned around in bed and found Nadeesha smiling. She rolled on top and straddled him. Her perfect hips bulged slightly as she sat down on top of him. She was soaking wet already.
That was when her cell phone began to vibrate on the bed stand. Reaching over, she snatched it up and looked at the number.
“What the hell,” she cursed before answering the phone.
Deckard popped his hips, bouncing her several inches into the air.
“Oh!” she screamed with the phone held to her ear. “I mean, hello.”
He tried not to laugh as she had a brief conversation.
“And you,” she said as she hung up the phone. “We’re flying to Egypt. Everyone needs to be standing by to drive to the airport in twenty minutes. Sounds like some kind of an emergency.”
“How big an emergency?”
Nadeesha rocked gently on his lap and placed his hands on her hips.
“Nothing that can’t be put off for another nineteen minutes.”
* * *
Liquid Sky boarded a Gulfstream private jet that morning and went wheels up, flying to Jordan. They carried their cover identity passports and no weapons. There was no time to plan a more complicated clandestine entry. This was a crash mission, thrown together on an ad hoc basis in response to an emergency.
Nadeesha sat a few seats in front of Deckard. She looked back a smiled at him before turning away. They both preferred to keep their recent…situation private.
“What’s the story boss?” Zach finally spoke up.
“We’re all going in as NGO workers,” Bill said as he stood in front of them. “Half of you will be going in with a cover as working for some feed-the-kids bullshit and the other half will go in as human rights observers. We’ll take separate flights out of Jordan so that we stagger our arrival into Cairo. Its sloppy, but our timetable is extremely limited.”
“What’s the job?” Paul asked.
“Nothing special. Just a no-notice hostage rescue in a city besieged by fucking savages protesting the other savages running their country which is on the brink of civil war with a follow on asset recovery mission for some classified tech that fell into the hands of the Egyptian military.”
“Oh, that’s all,” Ramon laughed.
“We need to procure weapons on the ground,” Bill told them.
This got better and better.
“Then the main element will strike the prison where these three kids are being held. They are frat boys back in the United States and apparently one of them is the son of somebody which gives this mission added priority.”
“And what is this device?” Rick asked.
“Some high speed tech dreamed up in a DARPA lab I guess. It causes blackout and allows one to penetrate computer networks. I don’t know, I didn’t ask for information I don’t need to complete the mission but the three college kids were using it when they got popped by the Egyptians. Now which of you went to the SEAL sniper course?”
Paul threw his hand up.
“I’ve been to SOTIC,” Ramon offered. The Special Operations Target Interdiction Course was the Special Forces sniper school at Ft. Bragg.
“Okay fine. Ramon, you take Deckard with you. He is still the cherry on this team so you make him go in and snatch the device. I made some phone calls about where we can find weapons and we will get something for you to pull over watch with.”
“Got it,” Ramon confirmed. With so little information, there wasn’t much to discuss. They were making this up as they went along.
“The rest of us have the prison. Its going to be a shit show one way or the other.”
“That’s why they are using us,” Rick said. “Delta or Dev specialize in missions like this, why not use them?”
“Because we’re expendable,” Nadeesha finished.
“You got that right,” Bill said. “I’m not here to blow smoke up your ass. But some of us might even survive. I’ll have a exfil point worked out by the time we do our hits, which will have to be executed simultaneously. Probably a boat that can get us into international waters but right now we need to take it one step at a time. First you need to clear customs, then we hit a weapons armory I’ve located.”
Three college students and a mysterious device.
Deckard realized that the reason why US counter-terrorist units were not being sent in for this mission wasn’t just because of the political ramifications of sending US troops into Egypt but because of the target itself. What were the three kids doing with the device in Egypt in the middle of the Arab Spring?
Author note: Thanks for reading Direct Action so far. By now I am getting around the halfway point with writing this book so it is time to take it back underground. I will have some updates here and there and will post the final version of the first 17 chapters as a preview down the line but I won’t be publishing the rest of the book here. The release date will probably be sometime around Christmas but hopefully sooner. Thanks!