Near Eden
Day Seven
As their vessel whipped through the waves of the rough sea, Stryker kept his eyes on the horizon. He had no idea when the sun had set, because the ocean was covered in thick fog. He was only aware that the gray, dim light was slowly replaced by a darkness that seemed beyond black.
Sam sat next to him in the heavily reinforced fifteen-foot Zodiac rubber boat, officially called a Combat Rubber Raiding Craft (CRRC). The other seats were filled with men ready to die for the mission ahead. Stryker couldn’t recall all their names, but felt like he was surrounded by brothers.
A beefy SEAL code-named Matte killed the craft’s engine. His New Jersey accent was strong when he spoke. “With the radar they have on the island, we’ll want to put in here. Do you both have your supp
