TOML chp. 14
Terry yawned and blinked his eyes, forcing himself to stay awake. He checked his watch and grimaced. He'd been awake for more that thirty hours. But he'd stay awake for a hundred if that's what it took to ensure his family was safe. He let his mind drift from what he knew to what he didn't know. That there was a traitor in the agency and their identity was unknown. He stretched and brought his eye to the scope again, forcing himself to focus on the present.
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Gibbs alternated between the rifle scope, spotting scope and the naked eye. Sam and Jen had fallen asleep hours ago and their even breathing and the tide coming in and out of the beach were the only sounds the accompanied him.
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Tim sat on the bed and watched his wife sleep. His Sig lay and night stand next to him and an MP-5 was on his lap. He stared and the weapon and it made his stomach turn. His world was one of binary code and ciphers. And Abby. He knew she was happy for Ziva and Terry, but also that she wanted children of her own. They'd discussed it at length the past few days, and both agreed that when this was over, they would start. And there in the darkness, Tim couldn't help smiling at the thought of giving his wife what she wanted most in the world.
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Ziva watched her son sleep. She wondered for the hundredth time if they would survive this. Not that she didn't have complete faith in her husband and father-in-law, but… Being pregnant made her worry. She couldn't help it. She had two lives depending on her. But she realized worrying wouldn't help matter. Terry and Gibbs would protect them, like always. Satisfied, Ziva closed her eyes and slept.
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It was easier than it should have been. The Americans claimed to have tightened security after 9/11 and to be fair they had, for those entering the country. For anyone exiting, they could've care less. Their neighbors to the south had done even less. Three hours after their flight landed in Mexico, Muhannad and Nazeem had a jeep, two Glock 17 9mm pistols and two AK-74 assault rifles. There source had given them a name and an address. In a few hours, the mission would be complete and their targets would be dead.
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They'd driven for the last hours in silence and with the lights off, when Muhannad stopped the jeep and got out. Wordlessly, Nazeem followed. Terry watched them through the scope for a second then jumped up and ran to Ziva and Collin's room. They were both asleep. "Ziva!" He whispered harshly. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up. She knew better than to speak.
"They're here."
"Where?" She whispered, getting out of bed and picking up Collin.
"West." Terry said, grabbing the M-4 carbine and M-203 grenade laucher he'd left close by. He knelt next to them, aimed at the door and waited.
Down the hall, Gibbs, McGee, Ducky and Mike were doing much the same. Mike and Ducky covered the left side of the hallway, with Gibbs, Terry, and McGee on the other side.
Muhannad went first, with Nazeem close behind. They felt good. They hadn't taken fire, but their taken were most likely dug in and waiting. Muhannad unclipped a flash bang from his tactical vest, kicked in the front door and tossed the grenade in. Seconds later, it exploded and both men entered, taking in both quadrants left and right. Quickly moving through the living room and kitchen, they found the hallway. Muhannad went first, kicking in the first door on the right. He entered blind and realized too late that he was dead. Terry aimed and fired twice. The only sound was the thwack of the M-4's bolt carrier. The man dropped, his rifle clattering to the ground. Silently, Terry waited for any other targets to show themselves. Something flashed by and disappeared. Terry stood up and moved to the hallway. Moving quickly, he grabbed the target with both hands and violently wrenched his neck to one side, breaking it.
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Terry woke up slowly as the sun filtered into the room. He raised his head and looked at his wife and son. Collin miraculously hadn't woken when they used the flash bang the night before. Sam had though, but he hadn't seen any of the blood, which Ducky had expertly cleaned up. Gibbs and Terry used Mike's boat to dump the bodies in the gulf. Terry heard movement from the kitchen and slowly got out of bed. He opened the door and was going to the bathroom when he noticed the hallway was spotless. No blood, no bullet holes. The sight brought a smile to his face and he went to get a shower. Fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed, he went to the kitchen in search of breakfast. He found Mike, Ducky, McGee, Abby and his father already there.
"Sorry about the racket." He said, grabbing a cup and going to the coffee pot.
"Thought you said these guys were low tech." Mike said.
"What? You mean the flash bang?" Terry asked. Mike nodded.
"I thought that was thunder. They came last night?" Abby asked, uncharacteristic fear in her eyes.
"Yeah, Abs. But we took care of it."
"What do you mean by 'took care of?" McGee asked.
"We kill them." Ducky said. Tim nodded as if he'd expected this.
"There's a 'but' coming. I can feel it." Abby said.
"We have a traitor." Gibbs said.
A/N: sorry about the time between updates. The Mole will be revealed in the next chapter.