Sara’s emotionally abusive husband dies unexpectedly. She’s struggling to reclaim the intelligent, independent person she was before she married. She vows never to let a man take over her life again. Now she’s part of a special team, training to help other women.
Mac is has been responsible for training women in special ops techniques so they are prepared when they are challenged to save other women. When he meets Sara sparks fly between them. He wants her to quit the training and let him take care of her.
Sara graduates and now she and her team have to save Sara’s daughter from a serial killer. Can Mac step back and trust her in a dangerous situation? Can Sara and Mac resolve their issues, or will they go in opposite directions?
The four shadowy forms in black crouched low, inching closer to the Shiraz prison wall. Darkness blurred the outline of the prison and its towers. Dense clouds blocked any shard of moonlight from slipping through the ebony night, providing cover for the four. The fall rain had stopped.
The corner search lights swung slowly in a circle, cutting through the darkness. The first form held up a hand. The rest flattened onto the dry terrain. The lights swung back across the area. The total rotation took three minutes.
Two uniformed guards marched past. They followed the perimeter toward the far corner of the tower.
Several seconds after the guards past, the shadows raced toward the main road. Two dived to the ground by the side of the road. The other two raced across the road and disappeared into the bushes against the outer prison wall. They slumped down onto the Iranian soil.
After a quick survey of the area, Fareeda, the taller, sturdier figure, stood up. She checked her shoes and adjusted her harness before shooting a light-weight hook, specifically designed by The Foundation, to the top of the wall.
A thud echoed through the silence when it landed. Both women held their breath. There was no response from inside. They exhaled slowly.
Fareeda grabbed the rope attached to the hook and began her climb up the stone surface.
At the call of a heron from the other side of the road, Fareeda paused and flattened herself against the structure. Below her Assif dropped face first to the ground.
Two more guards advanced. They continued past on another trip around the perimeter and disappeared around the corner.
Seconds later Fareeda resumed her upward climb. She stopped briefly when the lights swept past. Three more minutes and it would be back again. She scrambled the last few feet to a small ledge where she swung a second large, grappling hook over the barbed wire. The hook locked onto the edge of the wall. The prisoner could slide down, once Assif rescued her from her cell.
Fareeda grabbed the ropes, swung out from the wall and rappelled down quickly. At the bottom, the shorter, smaller framed person grabbed the rope.
“Your turn, Assif. Be careful,” Fareeda whispered into her headphone. “There are more guards on they said, and the search lights are shorter than reported. Our information isn’t
accurate. If she’s not in the cell, rappel down quickly. We can come back later if we have to. We don’t want to get caught in this country.”
Fareeda watched Assif grab both ropes and began her upward scale of the wall. She paused at a small window fifty feet above and peered through the bars.
Another heron cry broke the night.
Four guards marched into the escape area. Searchlights flashed on, focusing on the area.
“Assif, abandon the project! Get down here now!” Fareeda whispered into her headset.
A man’s voice shouted in Arabic. They ran toward Fareeda.
Assif rappelled down in two or three long jumps. She started to run as soon as her feet hit the ground. Over her shoulder Fareeda saw two guards grab Assif. They hit her over the head. Her last view was Assif being pulled toward the prison gate.
Shots rang out.
“Shoot them!” She yelled as she raced toward the road. “Shoot them!”
The two women on the far side of the road responded with their own fire. Flashes of light from their weapons shot through the darkness. Fareeda heard the bullets whiz by as she raced across the road toward her companions.
At the next volley of shots she felt a burning pain in her leg. She grabbed her leg and collapsed to the ground. Warm fluid seeped through her fingers. She crawled across the road, dragging her leg.
“Here! Over here!” Sabhita and Marley, her teammates stood up and grabbed her. With Fareeda supported between them they raced into the darkness.
Behind them more voices shouted in Arabic. Bursts of light from their guns briefly illuminated the night.
“They got Assif when she hit the ground. We can’t help her. We’ll do her more good if we escape. Fareeda, can you make it?” Sabhita whispered. They pulled her forward.
Sweat dripped down her back. Her pants stuck to her leg. Fareeda nodded. Nausea swept over her. “I’ll need help.”
“No problem. We’ve got you.” With one woman on each side of her, they hauled her into the blackness.
Rifles blasted through the air behind them. Men shouted. More search lights flashed on. Crashes grew louder. The guards raced after them.