The river sapped the heat from their bodies. Only two hours into the mission and Matt was already having second thoughts. The jungle-lined ribbon of inky darkness made lazy twists and turns as it wound its way south toward the guerilla basecamp. Oby and Boone attempted to stay quiet, but with eighty pounds of war gear strapped to them it was nearly impossible to stay above water. Matt glanced at the luminescent dial of his navy issue dive watch. Damn it! Too much lost time. The loud crack of wood breaking on the shore caused him to jerk his head toward the nearby riverbank. The SEALs smoothly swiveled their weapons around. Things were about to get nasty!

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