The wind grabbed him, and he waited several seconds before pulling the rip cord. In a HAHO, a high-altitude high-opening jump, he felt in control. Cold wind batted at him, and he finished counting and aimed. An image of Dana filtered through his thoughts, but he pushed it aside, focusing only on right here and right now.

The Brit followed him.

Flimsy clouds surrounded him, and he glanced at the compass, breathing the oxygen. They were right on track. Cathy had somehow acquired good explosives for this training mission as well. He coasted down for quite a while, adjusting his course easily, eventually landing near a rocky hill and running to slow down. Then he unclipped the chute and wrapped it up as Jethro did the same, looking for a place to hide them.

Jethro stashed them behind some rocks before jogging up. “Nice jump. We’re about two miles from target.”

Wolfe ditched the oxygen. “You up to a jog?”

“Affirmative.”

Wolfe checked his pack and silent radio before reading his compass. He freed the binoculars Cathy had provided, scouting the area, looking for heat signatures. Nothing close. So he replaced them, swung his pack to his back, and started jogging up the hill, keeping alert for any sounds.

Jethro easily kept pace, and he’d been an expert on the jump. Wolfe should probably find out more about this guy when he got the chance.

They reached the top of the first hill and kept running, going for about twenty minutes until they came to another hill. This one was guarded by two guys with machine guns.

Wolfe motioned for Jethro, who nodded. Wolfe took the one on the left and Jethro the right, dropping them with no shots fired. They were both unconscious, so Wolfe tied their hands and feet before dragging them out of sight.

Jethro slapped duct tape over their mouths, stood, and jogged back toward the hill. When they reached the top of the one they wanted, Wolfe crouched down and pulled out his binoculars. He pointed. “There.” Adrenaline percolated throughout his veins, providing focus and a buzz that would help keep him alive.

A patrol of two men walked by what looked like an entrance into the adjacent hill.

Jethro watched them go. “Hello, underground lab.”

“I hope our intel is good.” Wolfe was fine destroying any drug lab, but this had better be the one working with Gary. The combined sources of the Deep Ops teams were good, and more than a couple had directed him here.

It was around two in the morning and wouldn’t be dark for long. The lab was probably as empty as it was gonna get. “Let’s clear it,” Wolfe said, shimmying down the hill.

Jethro followed suit. They reached the bottom and crouched, running full bore for the metal door set into the rock. He counted to three and opened it.

Wolfe darted inside, gun sweeping. Nothing. Empty corridor, cold and wet.