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damned wonderful.
    He wished he wasn’t wearing that damned armored vest so he could feel her breasts smashed against his chest. Instead, he cupped them in his palms, pushing up her shirt to capture one in his mouth. He sucked hard, nibbled the tip and sighed. Madre de Dios, she feels so damn good.
    He raised his head and stared down into her eyes. “I have to go.”
    “I know.” She kissed him again.
    He kissed her back, long and hard. With his team waiting, he couldn’t linger. When he finally set her a few inches away, he leaned his forehead against hers. “This isn’t over.”
    “It has to be,” she whispered, trailing a finger along his neck.
    “No.”
    She opened her mouth to argue.
    But he pressed his finger to her lips. “ Hasta luego .” Caesar touched her lips in a brief kiss. “I’ll see you later.”
    He left her standing in the shadows and ran to catch up to his team, his lips tingling from that kiss. His fingers aching with the memory of her skin against his.
    As the moon edged up over the horizon, a dozen SEALs boarded the helicopters piloted by the 160th Night Stalkers and flew north toward the mountains and the reported Taliban stronghold.
    The flight was conducted in silence; each man knew what had to be done and conserved his strength for the fight. When they neared the LZ, the pilot signaled to Tuck who then nodded and circled his finger.
    While Big Bird checked the magazine on his high-powered sniper rifle and the clip on his nine-millimeter handgun, Caesar nudged Irish, with his boot waking the SEAL from his usual power nap. The man went from out cold to fully functional in a second.
    Caesar, along with Irish, Swede and Fish checked their M4A1 rifles with the SOPMOD upgrades, ensuring functionality and sufficient rounds to accomplish their mission. Checking the strap on his helmet and feeling for the Night Vision Goggles on top, he was confident everything was in place.
    The team fast-roped to the ground one hill over from the village. They’d hike in from there, steal into the village, free the captives and get the hell out before any alarms could be sounded.
    That was the ideal scenario. Invariably, the enemy put up resistance.
    The SEALS would be ready. Tuck took the lead, the rest of the team fanning out in a V as they moved up the dry desert hill and hurried over the ridge to the other side.
    On a rise with a clear view of the village, Tuck held up his hand to stop their progression. He pushed his NVGs over his eyes and studied the buildings below.
    The rest of the team followed suit.
    Caesar spotted a man on top of the building overlooking the road leading into the hamlet. He touched Tuck’s shoulder and indicated the sniper’s position.
    Tuck nodded, pointed to Big Bird and then to the roof. He then pointed to Caesar and Irish to take the lead. They would take out the man on the rooftop with Big Bird as backup with protective fire.
    Big Bird set up his position, mounted his rifle on a bipod, extending the legs and settled his belly to the ground, pressing an eye to the sight.
    Assuming the lead, Caesar hunkered low to the ground and kept as close to the shadows as possible. When he neared the walls of the village, he tossed a pebble out into the road to distract the man on the roof. Then he ran for the wall and pressed his body against the mud and straw stucco. Moving along its base, he worked his way to the back corner, farthest away from the guard on the roof and waited for Irish.
    When the six-foot-two man reached him, he cupped his hands. Caesar stepped onto his locked fingers and was lifted up to the top of the wall. Laying flat over the top, he glanced over an empty courtyard. When nothing moved, he reached a hand down to Irish who grasped it and scaled the wall.
    Caesar slid over and dropped to the ground on the other side, careful to land softly. He slipped his NVGs in place and hunkered low, looking for movement. After a moment, he pushed the NVGs off his face and