When one of their own is taken hostage and the Agency turns its back, the members of American Swift must take matters into their own hands.
This time they’re off the clock and on their own.
Jason turned to face her. "Yeah?"
"Are we going to be able to do this?"
His eyes wrinkled with the laughter he was probably holding in. "Any monkey, even an Air Force cop like you, can mount an M-60 to a chopper, Sarah."
Sarah found no humor in the joke today. Her shoulders sunk and she shook her head. "That's not what I'm talking about."
His voice dropped a little deeper when he spoke. "I know, Sarah." He grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Never, ever allow room for doubt in your head, your heart or your gut. We've got the best equipment and people in the business right here on this little sandbar. Always remember, who dares wins."
"Where have I heard that before?"
"Okay, so it wasn't original but it is appropriate. It's the British SAS motto and its every bit the truth. Have you ever heard of the SAS failing at anything?"
Sarah gulped back the frog growing in her throat. "No."
"Exactly." Jason shook her shoulders. "We're the heroes, Sarah. Don't forget it. We're going to save Vince, kill the bad guys and then we'll all live happily ever after."
"How can you be so sure?"
Jason placed his hands on either side of Sarah's head and pulled her close until their foreheads touched and their eyes were just inches apart. "Because the alternative is unacceptable and because we have this." He walked over to the covered helicopter and pulled the tarp away from the nose.”