He looked up and saw a dark sky full of muscle and potentially catastrophic damage.
He looked down and saw steel.
He landed, rolled, and came up in time to see Mecho starting to tie off the boat to the platform.
The platform had rubberized sides to prevent the metal from smashing the boat, and along with the fenders, the bow rider did not appear to have sustained serious damage. Still, with the seas as high and frenetic as they were, there might not be a boat left much longer.
Carson tossed Puller his Mu and an MP5.
No time to wonder how he’d made it. No time to thank God for the assist.
Puller led them up the metal steps.
Zero hour was here.
CHAPTER 88
Enclosed space.
High up.
Inside the enclosed space there would be perimeter security.
Puller wanted very much to see what it looked like.
Surveillance was tricky under most conditions, particularly so under these.
But Puller found a gap.
One metal shutter was improperly closed, leaving a significant gap. He spotted this weakness and motioned Mecho over.
Diaz, Carson, and Landry had set up perimeter points around the structure.
The rain pounded down and the wind was so fierce it was hard to stand upright.
Puller glanced into the right side of the shutter and Mecho did the same from the left.
The first thing they both saw was that the space was big and open.
That was problematic on a number of levels.
The second thing they saw was that there were jury-rigged cages full of people in the middle of the space.
That was also problematic but not unexpected.
There were some good points.
The guards were deployed in regularly spaced clusters. They were not alert, weapons held loosely. Some were smoking, chugging from gallon water jugs and beer cans, and others were sitting, their guns holstered and their focus wavering.
There were also few places to hide. But some discreet shooting positions. Firing down into the massed sentries they could do a lot of damage in a very short time with minimal exposure to counterfire.
Puller looked at Mecho and could see from his expression that he had just gone through the same analysis and arrived at a similar conclusion.
“Do you think Lampert or Rojas are here?” Puller asked.
Mecho shook his head. “Big fish don’t swim with the small.”
“Yeah, what I was thinking too. So assuming we can get past the perimeter?”
“The guards will be instructed to kill the prisoners.”
“Like burning the evidence?”
“That may have been their plan all along. Kill them, dump their bodies in the ocean, let the sharks do their job.”
“But the storm put the kibosh on that.”
Mecho nodded.
Puller glanced over at the women. Carson looked determined, focused. Landry the same. However, Diaz looked apprehensive, unsure.
“Your partner isn’t looking too good,” said Puller.
“She will be fine.”
“You know her well?”
“I don’t know her at all.”
“So what, then?”
“You learn a lot about a person when she saves your life.”
Puller nodded. “I agree with you.” He glanced back through the gap in the shutter and then looked at Mecho.
“We can fire from up here. I count twenty guards. We have eight weapons among us, including an MP5.”
“We’ll miss some of them.”
“I just want to cut down on their numbers as quick as we can.”
Puller looked back through the gap and saw something he hadn’t picked up on before. Diego and Mateo sat in a comer of one of the crowded cages. A guard stood directly in front of them.
Puller told himself that that guard would be the first one he killed.
“So, fire through the gap or do we try to get in?” he asked.
Mecho shrugged. “If we had more than one gap, with multiple fire lines, then I would say yes to the gap, but we don’t.”
“So how about we shoot from the gap and we also break in and attack from down there?”
Mecho nodded approvingly. “I like that plan better.”
Puller said, “I say you, me, and Landry form the penetration team. Diaz and Carson provide cover from up here. We’ll do the ingress through that doorway over there.” Puller pointed to his left. “Once we breach as stealthily as we can, we form a triangle attack. I’m point, you’re left, Landry right. We clear each section and keep moving. Any guards shooting into the cages get priority fire.”
Mecho nodded at this plan. “I like it. I think it will work. And after we have killed all the guards?”
“Not all. We need a couple to testify.”
“They will know nothing about Rojas or Lampert.”
“Still, on the off chance they do.”
“And the prisoners?”
“We’ll get them out as previously discussed.” Mecho checked his weapon. Puller handed him his M11.
“Fires straight and true,” he said.
“I will count on that,” said Mecho.
Puller hefted the MP5 and put it on two-shot bursts. He wasn’t going to do full auto. He had to manage his ammo carefully. And taking the time to switch out clips was problematic in the middle of what would undoubtedly turn into chaos. For luck, and a combat ritual of his, he tapped the Ranger Ka-Bar knife in its leather holster three times. It felt both odd and exhilarating to do it.
He saw that Mecho also had a knife stuck in his waistband. He assumed the man knew how to use it with maximum lethalness.
Puller called the women over and explained the plan to them.
“I’d prefer to go in the penetration team with you,” said Carson.
“You have the sniper rifle, General. I’m counting on you making good use of it.”
Puller looked at Diaz. She still looked nervous. “You going to be okay?”
She nodded but her features were not in agreement. “Still seasick,” she replied in a hollow tone.
Mecho put a big hand on her shoulder and looked directly at her. “No time for sick. Time to fight.”
She nodded.
Carson said, “Good luck.”
Puller glanced back at her. It might be the last time they saw each other; he didn’t know.
She said, “I know, it won’t be about luck.” “Actually, this time it’ll be a lot about luck.” He looked at Landry. “Round chambered?” “Always.”
He glanced at Mecho. “Good to go.”
