Grif Santana smiled as he finished cleaning the M107. When the rest of the group came in.
"Suit up Santana, we have an op," Commander Caldwell said.
"All right Eagles. Our target is Alejandro Vargas. He's a drug trafficker that the DEA wants. He's got a large property he's using as a staging point. Clive, the satellite imagery," Commander Caldwell said.
"Yes sir." The screen came alive as a large image filled it. There were several warehouses around a large complex. Near the complex was a small airstrip.
"These three warehouses contain drugs. The fourth one near the airstrip is for planes."
"The Colombians will be looking the other way tonight. We'll come in with helos and take the airstrip.
"Brewer, your job is to take out those warehouses."
"Yes sir."
"Santana, your job is to disable any vehicle that Vargas can use to escape. You'll be with Brewer."
"Roger."
"The rest of you will go into the complex and capture Vargas."
"Yes sir!" the rest of the group said.
"Clive, see if you can't get some blueprints. We'll go by plane to Bogota, and to our objective via a helo."
"That's a lot of information, sir."
"You'll have plenty of time to review it Holland. Everyone ready?"
Everyone had their gear. Grif had the Barret M107 and his XM-8 packed. The knife was in it's sheath, next to his sidearm. He had ammunition for all of them, the Barret had armor piercing and HE rounds.
The engines of the helicopter wound up.
"Let's move!" Commander Caldwell said.
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