In his brief plea to be extracted, he’d given specific GPS coordinates. He’d feared for his life and had been concerned the information he needed to pass on might be lost. The DEA agent had been adamant about being pulled out. No matter where he looked, Rip could detect no sentries standing guard or patrolling the compound. Their mission: extract one undercover DEA agent from a terrorist training camp deep in the jungle of Honduras. Montana eased up behind Gunny, followed by Sawyer, then the newest SEAL, Gosling, with Rip bringing up the rear. Rip had his headset in one ear and listened for sounds of the camp with his other. Moonlight shimmered through the occasional break in the dense overhead canopy, barely making it down to the jungle floor. Gunny took point, leading the team into the Honduran camp, keeping to the darkness of the jungle. Loaded with sixty pounds of equipment specially selected for this mission, he was ready for anything. Hunkered low in the underbrush, Navy SEAL Chief Petty Officer Rip Cord Schafer gripped the M4A1 rifle with the SOPMOD upgrade and inched forward, carefully placing every step to avoid tripping, snapping branches or making any other loud noises.
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