Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter 34

Cynthia and James are dropped off at the head of the wash, and run across the top of the mesa to the cliff ahead using hand-held flashlights. The full moon and amazing amount of stars above light up the sandy floor almost enough to where the flashlights aren't necessary, but a twisted ankle would be devastating out here if trouble arrived behind them, so they use the lights.

As soon as they are in position and see the trucks below on the flats, Cyn uses her radio, "Cyn and James are in position."

"Copy," returned Knights voice. "Safe hunting."

They watched as the guys below prepared the strip as Gypsy instructed.

"Sally is like a Mrs. Clever in army boots," Cyn said to James in a whispered voice."

"Yes?"

"I mean, she's looking at the hole in the floor that the hand grenade made, and told me she's got Erik coming over to spruce the place up." Cyn said with a light laugh.

James looks at her with a gleam in his eye, "Yes, she is funny as hell. She was a triage nurse in Iraq, and Afghanistan. Nothing fazes her. A few dead bodies and a hole in the floor aren't going to affect her much."

"Wow, that explains a lot," Cyn agreed.

She's not sure what makes her turn and look behind her, but as soon as she does she drops prone and James follows without hesitation. "Behind, looks like two," she hisses, and then she heard the plane.

Two men come walking up so close one nearly stepped on her, to look over the ridge.

"Major Les was right. Sooner or later, they would be back. And, here they are," said one of the men.

They're both in desert camo, like Cyn is wearing. She picked up hers this afternoon from the Army Surplus store in Lakeside, not really knowing what the dress code was for a drug drop. No one made any comments about her fatigues though, and two of the others were dressed in the same pattern. Everyone else wore basic black.

She also has three Glocks on her: one in a shoulder rig, the other on her right hip and the third at her back in a clip holster. Her dagger is on her left hip, and a combat knife is across her left breast, handle down. This armament did get some appraising eyes, but no comments. After this morning, she wasn't going to get caught out-gunned again. She also has five flash-bangs in her pockets.

"Yep," said the other man. "Well, I figure, after the plane lands and they do the heavy work, we'll put five or six grenades down there, and then play sniper while Major Les comes in with the rest of the boys and cleans up."

"Sounds about right," said the first.

"Go ahead and radio that in – here comes the plane," said the second.

The first man gets on his handheld radio and told 'Major Les' what the plan was. The word comes back that they'll wait for the signal.

"Copy."

Cyn looks to James, who nods and reaches for his combat knife, held in the same position as her own. She comes up slowly to one knee, and then pulls her combat knife and attacks the one furthest away, leaving the closest one to James.

Cyn grabs the man across his mouth, pulls his head back and buries her blade into the lower spine, the area Recons call The Sweet Spot. The man is dead before she lets him fall. James chose to go up into the back of the skull, with the same effect.

"Get their rifles and ammo," James told her.

The rifles are M16's with night scopes and M320 40mm grenade launchers attached in front of the magazine. James gives her a quick lesson on how to use the rifle and launcher. Each man has a bandoleer belt of ten grenades, plus three magazines for the rifle. They take the radio as well as their watches and wallets. James explains that groups like this sync their watches with each other, so having theirs might be useful. Cyn nods and does as she's told, while her body thrummed with adrenaline.