Page 153 of Storm Warning

“Good.” Levi exercised his shoulder muscles for a few seconds. “He weighs a ton and did everything he could to make the trek more difficult.”

“He thought he’d break free.” Elliot’s lips curved. “He was wrong.”

“Grant.” Seth glanced at their EOD man. “Do it.”

Grant pulled a small gadget out of his pocket and pressed a button. The night sky lit up behind them, followed by a loud explosion as the bombs he’d set went off. In seconds, the lab was gone.

The teams climbed into the SUVs and drove toward the private airstrip. Halfway to their destination, Zane said, “Company, Seth.”

Right on cue, a pair of headlights appeared behind them.

Seth checked the mirrors, then growled. “He’s right. We’ve got company. We’re 30 minutes from the airstrip. I don’t want to mess with these boys that long.” He glanced at Brent, who sat in the shotgun seat. “You said you’re missing the action. Want a shot at these guys?”

A slow smile crossed Brent’s face. “It will be my pleasure.” He looked at Andre. “Did you bring an RPG launcher?”

“Never leave home without it.” He opened his equipment bag and grabbed the RPG launcher plus a few grenades.

The boss grunted. “I won’t need that many grenades.”

Andre grinned. “Thought you might be a little rusty.”

Teagan laughed. “I’m not rusty. Maybe you should let me handle the job, Brent.”

The other man’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s see how rusty I am.” He lowered the window, prepared the launcher, and eased the upper half of his body out the window to sit on the frame. “Give me a smooth ride.”

“Yes, sir.”

A moment later, a bright light lit the night sky as the vehicle chasing them exploded in a blinding flash and burst into flames. Brent slid back into the vehicle, a wide grin on his face. “Now that was fun. Just like old times.”

“Nice job, sir.” Teagan patted his shoulder. “I’m impressed.”

“Like riding a bicycle. Once you learn, you never forget.”

Andre chuckled. “Will you tell Rowan that you blew up a truck filled with enemy soldiers?”

“Are you out of your mind? I don’t want my wife to worry more than she already does.” Brent glared at Andre. “And you won’t tell her, or my daughter if you know what’s good for you.”

Andre laughed. “Copy that, sir.”

Four more encounters with the enemy ended with the night sky lighting up as enemy vehicles exploded. More vehicles trailed the Fortress teams at a distance.

Brent looked out the back window and scowled. “They’ll attack us on the tarmac. That’s why they’re hanging back.”

“We’ve got this, sir.” Seth kept his attention on the pitiful excuse for a road.

“You better. I’d rather not leave Mexico in a body bag.”

Andre grimaced. That wasn’t his preferred travel plan home, either. He’d rather spend some quality time with Riley on the company jet.

Twenty-five minutes later, the caravan of SUVs drove onto the tarmac and skidded to a stop. Andre grabbed his gear and bailed out of the SUV. He tugged Riley from the vehicle and nudged her toward the jet. “Go. I’ll cover you.”

Riley and her teammates ran up the jet’s stairs and set up to provide cover for the others as they raced to safety.

More headlights appeared, coming closer by the second. Iona tapped her comm device. “Move it. Bogies on your six.”

The remaining operatives still on the tarmac sprinted up the stairs and into the jet.

“Jordan,” Seth yelled. “Five seconds. We have company.”