Hudson drove over the downed gate, my focus razor-sharp. I’d been to Hell before and made it out alive, and we’d do it again tonight.

I’m coming for you, Colin. We’re coming.

I took another deep breath and then did what I’d never done in the middle of an op, something Bianca had begged me to do all those years ago. I mentally recited one of the prayers from the note in my wallet. That note had brought me to Colin once, and I needed it to happen again tonight. I needed a miracle.

A round ripped through the SUV’s front end, shattering one of the headlights.

So much for prayers.

“They know we’re here,” I said as gunfire opened up from above. “Rooftop sniper, driver’s side.”

Hudson veered toward the nearest warehouse, our second vehicle mirroring us.

We exited on the right side, using the SUVs and building for cover as Enzo quickly handed comms devices to our other team, Foxtrot.

“I’ll handle the rooftop sniper,” Hudson said, already assessing the route. “I’m going for that crane over there. Cover me.”

I gave him a quick nod, then pulled a smoke grenade, lobbing it in his path. The moment the smoke billowed, we drew fire, giving him the window he needed to move through unseen.

Rounds popped off around us as we engaged, laying down fire.

A few seconds later, Hudson’s voice crackled over the comms. “This is Alpha Two. I’m in position. Sniper down.”

“Roger that.” I tapped Enzo’s shoulder, signaling for him to move out.

Our two teams moved into formation and flowed through the open grounds, precision shots taking out the hostiles that came at us from every angle.

“This is Alpha Two. I’m changing positions and moving to higher ground for a better vantage point.”

“Roger,” I acknowledged.

A gunman on the catwalk lifted an RPG launcher. Autopilot kicked in.

“Take cover!” I warned, lining up my shot.

Two to the head. He crumpled over the railing, dead before he got the shot off.

One more down. An unknown number to go.

“This is Alpha Two. Two armed guards are posted in front of a container in the middle of an alleyway. Colin must be in there.”

Hudson relayed the container’s location.

Line of sight clear.

I ordered our teams to charlie mike and get to my son.

“This is Alpha Two. You’re nearing a chokepoint alley. I’ve got you on overwatch, but I can’t see everyone down there. There are too many forklifts and stacked containers the hostiles can use for cover.”

Translation: this is a kill box. “Foxtrot, find another way to flank them. We’ll meet in the middle and intercept the package.” My son.

The two SEALs altered course, disappearing into the shadows.

I held up a gloved fist for my brothers to hold position.

I reloaded, slamming a new mag into place.