“Tango Seven, Six. Send it.”
“Gunner, we’re about a mile offshore. There’s what looks like a fishing boat out here and the guys on it are rowing for the beach, right toward our landing area.”
“Copy all, Seven. Let ’em come. We’ll see what kind of spot-rep we get from our guys.”
“Might not be a good idea, Gunner. I think these guys are packing serious heat. They passed right by our pos and we saw a bunch of AKs and other gear.”
Shake’s pulse began to pound and he whispered for Felodon to dial up the American tactical frequency on his radio so he could monitor the conversation. “Interrogative, Seven. Did they spot you?”
“That’s negative, Gunner. Too dark out here and we were laying low in the water. Mariano got a good look and counted eight people and maybe five weapons. He says he thin
