Sam glanced over at Ethan and nodded. “No reason to get anyone’s hopes up until we know for sure that Rachel is alive.”
“So what are we telling Dad?” Garrett asked.
Donovan turned around in his seat to tune in more to the conversation.
“I’ll tell him it’s a classified mission,” Sam said with a shrug. “Not like we haven’t had a dozen of those.”
“Yeah, but what are you going to tell him when he notices that our holdout isn’t holding out anymore?” Donovan asked with a jerk of his thumb in Ethan’s direction.
Ethan shifted uncomfortably when all three of his brothers focused their gazes on him.
“Just that he’s not holding out anymore,” Garrett said. “Dad will be glad to hear it. He’s worried about Ethan.”
Donovan nodded and turned back to the computer. The satellite link beeped and Sam walked back over to the receiver.
“Do we have any backup?” Ethan asked Garrett in a low voice. As much as he wanted Rachel back, safe and in his arms, he didn’t want to risk his brothers’ lives with a dangerous extrication. Things could and did go wrong all the time.
Garrett grunted. “I won’t lie to you, man. This kind of operation usually takes a hell of a lot more planning. We don’t have the backing and manpower of the government for this. It’s not as easy as picking up the phone and asking for shit like when we’re contracting for Uncle Sam. If we start a goddamn war with fucking Colombia, our asses are in a sling and there ain’t no one there to bail us out.”
“I know I shouldn’t have asked,” Ethan said as he stared back at his brother. “But I had to. I can’t leave her down there.”
Garrett’s eyes grew cold. “Hell no, we’re not leaving her down there. We’ll get her back, Ethan. No one fucks with the Kellys.”
Ethan cracked a smile then reached out to bump his fist against Garrett’s.
“All right, we have a go time,” Sam said as he returned.
Donovan swiveled in his chair again. “I’m downloading the local maps into our GPS’s along with the digital images Steele captured. I’m done on my end.”
Ethan leaned forward. “When?”
Garrett and Donovan also looked to Sam for the answer. “We rendezvous with the guy getting us a chopper in Mexico in forty-eight hours. From there we fly into Colombia, do the drop, get Rachel, then get the hell out. Rio and his team are still over in Asia, but he’s heading to South America as fast as he can get there. He’ll be our backup if we need him.”
“How many will we have on the ground?” Ethan asked.
“Steele and his team . . . and us,” Garrett said. “More than enough to take out these assholes.”
Ethan sat back and blew out his breath in frustration. Forty-eight hours. It was a lifetime and not enough time all at once.
Fear for the danger he’d placed his brothers in gnawed at his gut, but at the same time, he’d do anything to bring Rachel back.
“You’re not wimping out on us, are you?” Garrett asked Ethan.
Ethan yanked his gaze to his brother in surprise. There was a gleam in Garrett’s eyes. A calculated gleam that bordered on challenge.
He met Garrett’s stare with resolve. KGI was the best at what they did. He had every confidence in their ability to head up the mission to rescue Rachel. His brothers had all served time in the military, and there wasn’t another badass out there who could hold a candle to his brothers.
“Hooyah,” Ethan said softly.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t start that navy shit with me, frog boy.”
“Oohrah,” Garrett said with a smirk.
Donovan laughed and echoed with an oohrah of his own.
Sam shook his head. “Why is it Nathan and Joe showed the only good sense among my brothers and followed my example of joining the army?”
“They’re the dumb ones,” Ethan said.
“Yeah well, what’s your excuse?” Garrett demanded. “Donovan and I set such a good example for you with the marines. But no, you had to go be a navy boy. Although you look damn pretty in the little sailor suit.”
Donovan snickered, and Ethan reached out to slug Garrett in the gut. Garrett doubled over as a laugh escaped.
“It’s good to have you back, Ethan,” Sam said, his tone growing serious.
Ethan glanced up at Sam. “I just want her back, man.”
“Yeah, I know, and we’ll get her. I promise.”
CHAPTER 3
THE jungle around them was alive with hundreds of critters. The air was so heavy