The Daughter Extraction

Rescue Mission

•ALEC•

The rush of adrenaline courses through my veins as I fixate on the unfolding scene in front of me.

Thanks to Juan's frightened confession, we finally figured out where Emiliano was keeping Luna.

What caught us off guard was that Juan disclosed the exact location where Group A was currently scouting in Mexico City. Turns out their intel was spot on.

Swiftly, we headed to Mexico City, delivering Juan to the authorities for close supervision while we strategized our next move.

We arrived at the specified location six hours ago, launching into action. By "action," I mean the entire SOG team strategically surrounded the house, monitoring every entrance and exit.

The getaway car was ready, and everyone took their positions, awaiting my signal.

Adjusting the binoculars to my eyes, I aimed upward at the third floor, spotting three men casually having a meal around a table.

A quick scan revealed a total of ten armed guards surrounding the house. That's just the count on this side; the other side remained uncertain, but my team assured me they had it covered.

"Two forty-six, what's your status? Over," I radioed, the talkie coming to life as the agent responded.

"Securing the West Wing. On your signal. Over."

"What's the total count? Over." The talkie screeched briefly before the agent replied.

"Five in total. In my sight. Over."

I switched off the talkie, securing it in the band holder around my waist. Signaling to the six agents behind me, we began quietly infiltrating the compound.

I swiftly crossed the lawn, took cover behind the house, and pressed against the wall. The team followed suit, and I reached for the talkie once more.

"Two forty-six, clear out the West Wing. Over."

Right on cue, we all heard silent gunshots, people grunting in surprise, and bodies slamming on the floor.

The sniper agent watching the West Wing took out the guards successfully. That meant we had to move fast and locate Luna before more of them showed up.

"Clear," reported Two forty-six.

I signaled my team, and they quietly ascended the staircase beside the house in single file. We were headed to the first floor, where the path had already been cleared for us.

Suddenly, the two agents leading stopped and signaled for us to halt. They aimed at the glass sliding door ahead, shattered it with just two shots, and moved in.

Chaos erupted as the three men from the third floor fired from the top of the stairs. Everyone scrambled for cover while firing back.

Peeking from behind the couch, I spotted three adversaries upstairs. I ditched the assault rifle, drew my Glock 23 from my bulletproof vest, and shot at them. Jumping up, I made my way to a nearby hallway for cover.

I felt a sense of satisfaction as one of them rolled down the stairs, lifeless.

Now, it was two against many. I trusted my team to handle them while they covered for me. My next move was to figure out which room held the governor's daughter.

•LUNA•

Gunshots echoed from all directions outside, their thunderous roar vibrating through the walls of this room.

My heart raced as I struggled against the chair that held me captive. Blindfolded again by Emil during his second visit today, I was left in the dark—both literally and figuratively.

Panic set in as the gunshots drew nearer. Tears welled up as the realization hit me: if everything was going south right now, this might be the end.

The door burst open, and my heart nearly stopped. I couldn't discern the number of intruders; all I felt was their proximity.

Gunshots continued to reverberate, and my screams filled the room. I thrashed, desperately trying to break free from the ropes binding my hands to the chair.

A moment of shock hit me when I felt a touch on my hands. Thoughts raced through my mind about what might happen next.

"No, no, no, please! Please don't hurt me! I'm begging you!" I pleaded with the person in front of me.

They remained silent, but their hands worked swiftly on untying the ropes. As the knots loosened, relief almost overwhelmed me.

I flinched in surprise when their hands reached my hair, and suddenly, the blindfold was lifted. The bright lights momentarily blinded me, but as my vision cleared, I locked eyes with my savior crouching before me.

All other sounds faded into the background as I continued to stare. His face was striking, with a straight nose and perfect lips. Every detail of his features etched itself into my mind.

Wow

For a moment, I lost awareness of my surroundings, captivated by his presence. He spoke to me, his lips moving, but the words eluded me, drowned out by the lingering chaos.

Then, everything came crashing down when he abruptly stood up and extended his hand. The voices, the gunshots, the harsh reality of the situation flooded back.

I slowly got up from the chair I'd been stuck in for what felt like days, grabbing onto his arm for support as I regained my balance.

He steadied me, giving me a stern look.

Brown eyes

"Try to keep up and stay focused. We're getting you out of here, okay?" His voice echoed in my ears, and I blinked.

His voice sounds amazing, a perfect match for him.

"Luna, do you understand me?" He asked, flicking his fingers in front of my face.

He knows my name...

"Yeah, I understand you," I finally replied after what seemed like forever.

He nodded once, closing his hand around my wrist and guiding me out of the room. I stared at his hand in mine, the sensation of his touch registering a bit late since I was still in shock.

At that moment, he made me feel safe. It's strange; we've just met, yet I already feel like I could trust him with my life. I'd follow him anywhere without questioning, it just feels right.

Am I crazy for thinking that?