With a crackle, a green smoke stick ignited on the edge of the cliff, and then smoke of the same color appeared in the direction of the lighthouse, which was a sign of the success of the operation.
Although the joint operations center on the other side had learned everything through communications with the seals, there must be a sense of ceremony.
Without this, Jack always felt that this operation was missing something.
Almost all the seals coming down from the lighthouse were injured. Clay and Dr. Goosby had bandages on their arms and thighs, but fortunately everyone was still safe and sound.
It was just that their bulletproof vests and T-shirts were gone, and they were all bare-chested with their furry chest fur exposed. The scene looked a little tense for a while.
"I think these are all your things."
Dr. Goosby was holding a waterproof bag in his hand, which contained the equipment that Jack had taken off when he surrendered.
"You went to the lighthouse too?" Jack was a little surprised. He thought that this person would hide in the sewer until everything was over.
Strictly speaking, this guy was also considered a non-combatant. After all, you couldn't expect a specialist with only a few weeks of marksmanship training and almost no field experience to take on a group of professional Marines and save the world, right?
"Someone has to take care of this stuff, right?" Goosby patted his hand and pointed at the lighthouse with a smug look. "I dismantled the VX charges and hid them at the bottom of the tower, wrapped in everyone's clothes and bulletproof vests."
Then his smug expression turned to lingering fear. He raised his hand and made an insulting gesture towards South Korea. "It was just a little bit, really just a little bit. If that rocket fired by the helicopter had missed a little bit, I would have been dead down there."
Jack pulled his FK7.5 from its waterproof bag and put it back in its holster. He rummaged inside and took out two cigarette cases and a lighter. Jack lit a cigar for himself and took a long puff before tossing it to the doctor.
"Like I said before, this thing tastes best after victory. Have you figured out how to propose to your fiancée?"
Goosby grimaced. "I just learned that Carrare is in San Francisco, and the agency sent someone to pick her up."
A few minutes later, the two men and the SEALs, each holding a large cigar, sat on the cliffside, enjoying the sea breeze. However, this brief moment of peace was quickly interrupted by the propeller wind from the helicopter.
Chief Womack jumped out of the helicopter, clutching his sparse hair and sprinting towards them. Following behind him, Rossi seemed much more relaxed, even more like a big shot.
"Where's Mason? That son of a bitch did a good job this time. Maybe I should consider getting him a more comfortable cell."
It wasn't the first time the chief had cursed in front of Jack, so he shouted in a rather unmannerly manner.
"Uh..." Jack looked at the prison building behind him. The slight hesitation on his face gave the chief a bad feeling.
"He took 81 hostages and hid in the drain under the bathroom. I think probably, perhaps, it is possible that he should still be there."
In fact, after the MH-60R "Seahawk" turned into a fireball and fell into the sea, Jack turned around and saw old man Mason waving at him on the roof of the prison building, and then his figure disappeared.
"What did you say? You let him act alone?" Director Womack widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief.
Jack spread his hands helplessly, "Sir, you have to know that the situation was urgent at the time. Even General Hammer was still alone in the guard room after being arrested by me."
"Hammer's still alive?" The chief's eyes widened. Without bothering to ask any more questions, he shouted to his men behind him, "Take me to the guardhouse, quick! Hammer's still alive."
Rossi, hands behind his back, slowly walked over to Jack, and they watched as Chief Womack trotted into the prison building, dodging the gravel.
"Good job, kid," he patted Jack's shoulder, his voice full of pride.
"Could you give me an easier assignment next time?" Jack pressed a small slip of paper into his hand.
"What's this?" Rossi unfolded the slip suspiciously and read the address. "St. Micah Church, Wattenberg, Kansas, first row, right chair leg, hollow."
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. "Is this what I was thinking of?"
Jack smiled and nodded. "Probably. In exchange for his freedom, I promised him the right to be with his daughter in the future."
He briefly recounted the plan he'd discussed with Mason about escaping first and then handing over the items.
"Oh, by the way," Jack warned, "don't let this get to me. I have no interest in whether there are aliens in Roswell or the truth behind JFK's assassination."
Rossi, perhaps the person who understood Jack's character best, couldn't help but chuckle and nodded. "Leave it to me, then. Hand it over in a month. Just say Mason contacted me directly."
"That would be perfect." Jack looked toward the dock, where several large speedboats had just docked, and the Most Wanted Squad and BAU members were disembarking.
The island was so small that the space near the dock could barely accommodate two helicopters, so the rest of the group had to arrive by boat.
They were accompanied by a young woman, short but with a sexy figure and a beauty mark on her right cheek. It was Goosby's fiancée, whom Jack had met once in New York, on a penthouse floor.
Compared to Hannah and Jiejie, who smiled at Jack with relief, the girl seemed particularly excited. She practically leaped into Goosby's arms, her legs instantly wrapped around his waist.
"That damn bastard! He actually did something so dangerous without telling me, and I'm still pregnant with your baby!"
Listening to the girl's tearful accusations, Goosby humbly coaxed his fiancée. Jack and Rossi exchanged a faint smile.
Although they had stolen a lot of the show from the character, the protagonist remained the protagonist. Goosby's courage in the crucial moment earned the SEALs' approval.
Soon, several agents emerged, escorting General Hammer. Following behind them, Chief Womack, his face flushed, seemed to have completely forgotten Mason's escape. With
everything settled, Jack, now a wealthy man, simply booked the entire penthouse floor of the Fremont Hotel.
The families of the B-Team players, including Klay's wife and son, all flew to San Francisco. They all held a lively wedding ceremony for Goosby and his girlfriend, and then sent them on a honeymoon trip to Las Vegas.
(End of this chapter)