Free Freedom's Promise: Task Force 125 by Lisa Pietsch Page B

this?”
    “Fuck, yeah.  He's got a wicked massive operation going.  Blackwater has nothing on him.”
    Will half-smiled.  “Good.  Where’s Chris?”
    “He’s downstairs running those coordinates you texted.”  Guinea handed Sarah the bottle of tequila and the glass.  “Here's your tea, Cinderella ."
    Sarah frowned at the odd reference, poured some tequila in the glass, and shot it down like a drunk five minutes before last call. 
    Guinea appeared disappointed.  "Gown.   No shoes.  Missing Prince Charming.   Jesus, don't you people read?"
    " Guinea , quit screwing around.  We need you to put a call in to Brock right away.  Use the secure line in the office downstairs.  I want a full squad, sixteen guys.”
    Guin ea turned to Will.  “Specialties?”
    “Marines may be more sympathetic to our cause but mainly we just need sixteen of the meanest motherfuckers in the valley of the shadow of death.”
    “Hazard pay?”
    Will nodded.  “Contact is expected.  We'll arm, armor and pay top dollar.  Have him fax the contract and name his price.  I'll transfer the funds immediately.  I want his best guys on this.”
    “When do you want them?”
    “See if you can get them here in twenty-four hours.  We'll put them up at the Burj Al Arab when they arrive."
    "You got it, Billy."  Guinea dropped his cigarette in the ashtray and slipped quickly and quietly through the basement door.
    "Jason, what's the status of Vince’s armory?"
    "Weapons all in working order.   Plenty for an assault squad.   Ammo supplies are all good.  Brian's gonna want to check the explosives."
    "Has Vince got a Mark-19 in there?"
    "Sure does."
    "Good.  Get one mounted on that chopper and get the minigun set up too.  I want a full complement of ammo for both."
    "You got it."
    Guinea emerged from the basement just as Jason opened the door.  "All set.  They'll be in Dubai tomorrow night at 2100 hours."
    Jason paused to hear Will’s plan for the mercenaries.
    "Good.  I'll call the Burj and get some suites set up on my account.  We'll have them standby there until we're ready for them."   
    Will looked up at Brian who was leaning on the fireplace mantle.  "Brian let's get the choppers prepped and ready for action and make sure the explosives are ready."
    "You got it, brother."
    Jason moved to step downstairs just as Chris returned from the basement with a handful of photos and another handful of notes.  He dropped them on the coffee table, plopped onto the couch, and started organizing the photos to create a large satellite picture.  He rattled off important tactical information to nobody in particular as he moved the photos around the table.
    "I took shots from every angle I could get.  The whole place is solid concrete.”
    The team gathered around the low table to examine the photos. 
    “The clear area around the compound is two kilometers in every direction.  The compound wall is a complete three-sixty with only two gates.”  He pointed to gates on the East and West sides of the compound.  “Here and here.  The good news is there are a couple of advisors in the village attached to Jason's old unit.”  He glanced up at Will.  “Maybe we can work that connection?"
    Jason seemed thrilled.  "Get out!"
    "Yeah, any chance you know a Gene Fonseca or Rob Danitz?"
    Jason grinned.  "Gino and I go way back.  He'll help us out."
    Will pointed to the basement door.  “Make the calls now, Jase.  We’ll take care of the weapons later.”
    Jason nodded.  “I'll see if I can get the number to Gino's Sat-phone and get in touch."
    Brian parked himself on the couch and leaned over the photos Chris had laid out, rubbing his hands in anticipation.  "Let's see what we're going to reduce to rubble here."
    Will and Chris carefully taped the edges of the photos together to create a large satellite image of the area in and around Nikolai’s compound.  Satisfied that every edge was in its proper place, Will pulled a cigar