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get the fuck out.”
    “Move your asses!” Jason shouted from the front of the building. “We’ve got company!”
    Christian swore and ran to the door and their only escape route. He counted almost a dozen armed men coming towards them. “Where the fuck did they come from?” he demanded.
    “Fuck if I know,” Jason replied. “It’s like they knew we were coming.”
    A chill ran down Christian’s spine and he prayed his friend was wrong. He fired at the approaching group knowing they needed to make a run for it, also knowing that they were two men down. It was their job to see the hostage made it to safety, which meant at least Tyler and Seiboweitz would both have to go with him. Christian knew there was no way the young man could walk to their extraction point.
    Christian and Jason lay down covering fire as the trio ran around to the side of the building. Signaling Jason to move, Christian scanned the courtyard while the order to withdraw from the compound and be on the look out for each other as well more of O Caudilho’s men was given. Firing his weapon, he followed as the group zigzagged their way back to the gates. Moments later, they were joined by four others. Return fire by O Caudilho’s men fell in waves, increasing and decreasing randomly until the survivors focused on the gates.
    Christian left the relative safety of the truck he’d been hiding behind, drawing attention to himself as Seiboweitz and Tyler made it through the gate. He ran to a stack of crates on the other side of the exit, prayed they would hold up under the sporadic gunfire and continued to shoot. Not knowing where the other twelve team members were or what direction they would come from had him up as high as he dared, endlessly scanning the compound. Christian continued to fire, trying to keep track of the men and shadows, watching as one by one SEALs started to slip past him. He nodded his acknowledgement when another man joined him.
    “All lost boys found,” the voice crackled in Christian’s ear.
    “Let’s go!” Hayden yelled, hitting Christian on the shoulder as he changed the clip on his weapon.
    Christian nodded and pointed to the gate. Pivoting, he darted from behind the meager protection the palates had offered and ran toward the jungle. He grunted as something collided with his arm. Ignoring it, he ran full speed into the thick undergrowth of the jungle.
    As soon as everyone was accounted for, platoon leader Lieutenant Nathan Ellison ordered them to make for the extraction point. Quietly, they moved east towards the extraction point. Behind them, O Caudilho’s men were shouting orders and starting to move outside the gate. They would rendezvous with the Brazilian military and catch a ride back to Rio where they would take a Sea Stallion back to the USS Nimitz . After medical attention and a debriefing with the young hostage, United States diplomats and other government officials would arrange for him to go home.
    “Shit!” Seiboweitz exclaimed from behind him.
    Stopping, Christian and the rest of his team turned. A woman stepped out of a truck and looked around. The hair on the back of his neck stood. Men jumped out of the back.
    “God damn it!” Lieutenant Ellison said. “Findley, can you make out what they’re saying?”
    “Can’t understand it, must be Portuguese,” came the response after several tense moments.
    “Peter Pan said something about reinforcements and dead Americans,” Tyler said making his way to where Ellison stood next to him. Turning, Christian didn’t see the young man, which meant Tyler had already triaged him and had him on a litter.
    “Looks like we’ve been double crossed,” Ellison said flatly. “Move out. Make for the extraction point. We’ll fly home.”
    The woman turned toward them, waiting for a long moment before getting into a waiting jeep and headed down the road away from them. The group watched as O Caudilho’s men poured out of the compound and loaded into a variety