Marisol was out there somewhere, and she needed him.He locked that thought away, needing to compartmentalize and focus on the op. El Santo and Villa were both waiting up ahead for them. To save her he needed to be a hundred percent locked in, have his game face on.Their boots pounded over the wooden dock as they ran.The Bureau’s Critical Incident Response Group had managed to get the inflatable boats here for them in time for their arrival a few minutes ago. New intel was coming in all the time from agents monitoring satellite footage of the waterway where the boat carrying Marisol was traveling. Eyewitness accounts said two other boats were chasing it, and shots had been fired.Normally before an op they went over everything carefully before deploying, but this time they couldn’t afford to wait. They’d rushed straight here and were doing this on the fly—something that was possible only because of the countless hours they’d spent operating together as a unit. They’d done plenty of maritime ops together in the past and every one of them knew what to do.Tuck doled out instructions via their comms as they neared the end of the dock.
