Sacrifice

Nicholas

The sound of whirling rotors from the combat helicopters stirred the Thames the balmy air, approaching the docks of St. Katharina, the blades' reduced sounds creating a vortex wind, disturbing objects and dust on its path, they easily found The Green Meadows, its flag dancing on the wind. Landing stealthily, assault rifles ready, in practiced formation, crouched low, they advanced towards their target.

A container ship, with a least ten aluminum 20' x 8' TEU, painted in dark blue. Sinclair was in one of those boxes. Possibly being tortured. His jaw clenched.

"Redington," He heard Lucien through their comms. The Earl had a birds-eye view of the ship, out of sight, his sniper rifle pointed to the vessel. "Concentrate. I count five armed men on the forecastle." After a few seconds, bodies began to fall on the ground and frigid waters. "Clear."

Cerdic gave a signal and they b