David sat in the private jet with Sarah and Xavier. The plane flew smooth through the night sky toward Venezuela. The cabin lights were low. Sarah sat across from him with a map on her lap. Xavier checked his rifle one more time. David looked out the window at the dark clouds below.
Sarah broke the silence first. “Remember that night in Bogotá? You and me on the rooftop. The cartel had us pinned down. I thought we were finished.”
David smiled a little. “I remember. You took out three of them with that old rifle while I tried to start the jeep. You saved my life that night.”
Sarah laughed softly. “You saved mine in Kabul. That sniper nest. I took a hit to the vest and you dragged me out of the line of fire. We have been through a lot together.”
Xavier looked up from his rifle. “You two
