"I need two men covering the southwest entrance. We're not letting these assholes disappear into thin air again," Caleb mutter into his wireless mic.
Scanning the dense rainforest that has served as their basecamp the last few days, he wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead and silently curse the bulletproof vest and tactical gear piled on his body, the extra layers making the humid weather in this place a thousand times worse.
Please, God, don't let anything get f****d up this time.
After nine months in the Columbia, gathering intel, living out of fleabag motels and completely cut off from communication with anyone back home, he's ready for this to be over. He's ready to put an end to the monster who's haunted his dreams for one year, who kept him from a future with the woman he love an
