Endwar_ The Hunted Part 15
You’re reading novel Endwar_ The Hunted Part 15 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Thomas, it's time to go," Brent told him for the nth time, checking his HUD for maps of the area. "Take Copperfield Avenue northeast toward the woods. Shooting you the grid points now. Go around past the academy, and just keep moving through. We'll link up with you there."
"I'm taking George with me."
"We'll come back for him. I promise. You cannot cannot afford to be captured." afford to be captured."
"I'm not leaving my brother!"
Brent wanted to scream, but didn't. "You need to go."
Thomas hesitated.
"Voeckler, I'm warning you ..."
"I know! I know!"
Brent hardened his voice. "Then ... get out of there. Run! Right ... now ..."
"We can't run. We need to make them pay."
"We will. Later."
"I need your word!"
"Jesus, dude, you got it. Just go!"
"All right. You watch this ..."
Thomas's tone was beginning to harden, too, and that was a relief. Brent needed him angry enough to stay alive so he could exact revenge. There would come a time.
After a deep breath audible through his microphone, the Splinter Cell took off in an impressive sprint, but not before shouting erupted behind him, along with gunfire.
"They've tagged you!" cried Brent.
Thomas cursed and bolted even faster down the street, suddenly ducking behind a row of parked cars. He glanced over his shoulder.
Three Spetsnaz troops charged after him.
Manoj Chopra pulled into the petrol filling station. There were no other cars.
The Snow Maiden instructed Chopra to shut off the engine and hand her the keys. She took them and said, "Everybody out."
"Please, no violence," Chopra said.
She didn't answer.
They went into the small convenience store, where two old men stood behind the counter.
Without a word, the Snow Maiden raised her pistol, even as Chopra gasped.
The men barely had time to widen their eyes before they were tumbling to the floor.
It all happened too quickly for Chopra to fully comprehend. That someone could kill in such a cool and casual manner woke a hard shudder across his shoulders.
Hussein seemed less surprised this time, glancing up at her and asking in an eerily calm voice, "Can I get a drink before we leave?"
"Get me one, too," she said. "Some juice."
"Okay."
"Are we this cavalier about murder?" shouted Chopra.
The Snow Maiden rolled her eyes, crossed around the counter, and began working one of the touch-screen computers to activate the filling pump.
"If you're hungry or thirsty, better shop now," she told him.
Chopra eyed the men lying behind the counter. He had no thirst, no appet.i.te. Blood pooled around their bodies.
"I thought you promised not to kill," he said.
"I did not," she spat back. "I said I make no promises. Let's go."
Chopra just stared at her. "You're a monster. And if I didn't have something you wanted, you would've killed me already."
"What's your point?"
"My point is that balance will return, once you are gone from this world. Balance will return."
She shrugged. "Get yourself some cookies, and get back in the car. Hussein? Have you ever pumped gasoline?"
"You must be joking," said the young sheikh, handing her a bottle of juice.
She popped the cap. "There's a first time for everything."
Brent wasn't sure how many now, four or five maybe, but they were on Thomas's tail, gaining on him as he reached the heavily wooded perimeter of the Royal Military Academy. Because the Russians had full control of the target area, this was at best a rescue operation of his remaining operator. They could engage in a stand-up fight against the Russians, but for what? He no longer believed they'd gain much from searching the house, and the Russians might have already secured evidence that indicated the Snow Maiden had been there.
Brent repressed a chill. Was his career already over? The Snow Maiden was gone.
Only for now, he convinced himself. Dennison was working in coordination with a dozen other agencies, and Brent had just learned that the Russian jamming had stopped, so eyes in the sky were busy probing every inch of the U.K. for their target.
Time wasn't just of the essence; it was everything now. If she got out of the U.K., he feared she could more easily drop off the grid. She no doubt had many contacts in Europe she'd made over the years, friends who owed her favors. She'd left herself much more vulnerable to link up with Chopra and Hussein. If she had both of them now, she need only disappear.
"Hammer, this is Ghost Lead. Anything, over?"
"Still searching, Ghost Lead ..."
"Roger, still waiting." He winced over his sarcastic tone. There it was-the stress beginning to unravel him.
He took a deep breath and glanced over at the driver, who returned the gaze. "What, Yank? Not fast enough for you?"
"You're good. It's nothing."
Brent and his team were but five minutes from reaching the northeast perimeter of the forest when Dennison called.
He'd thought he was being glib about following the trail of bodies to locate the Snow Maiden, but Dennison and her allies had been doing just that: Flexford. Roadblock. Two dead cops.
The Snow Maiden had gone south, then had turned east and was now, perhaps, en route toward the coast to cross the English Channel and head into Europe. At least that was Dennison's theory. The town of Dover was a major ferry port and about ninety kilometers away.
"There will be at least two or three obvious escape points," Brent told Dennison. "And she'll have decoys, just like the Seych.e.l.les."
"We can't expect anything less."
"Right, so we need to track every vehicle between here and the coast," he said, his voice growing more emphatic.
"Brent, that's a huge search and a ma.s.sive amount of data. The government's declared martial law, but there's a mad dash to the coast now, with thousands of cars on the road, and you know she could've changed vehicles."
"But maybe she didn't."
"I'll do what I can. Hammer out."
Brent blinked hard and studied the terrain map and live satellite overlay in his HUD. Six Spetsnaz troops, identified as red blips, were closing in on the green blip, Thomas, who was still beating a serpentine path through the forest. The images streaming in from his goggles were blurry, jittery, but clearly noted his effort.
"Lakota, keep Thomas updated, over?"
"Roger, I'm on it," she said, then immediately began speaking to the Splinter Cell, feeding him data on the Russians behind him so that he could concentrate on moving and communicating without splitting his attention between the course ahead and his own HUD. She would guide him directly toward their location.
The team came to a fork in the road, with the forest dead ahead, and Brent instructed both drivers to pull over and wait for them.
In silence the Ghosts dismounted from both trucks and expertly fanned out in a split-team formation, Lakota leading one group, he taking the other.
"Schleck, when we draw in, I need a sentinel, over."
"Just say the word," came the sniper's immediate reply.
"Riggs, you, too," Brent added.
"Hope I don't break a nail," she said with a snort.
"All right, Ghosts, listen up. We'll flank, cross, and top down, with the package running a TD right up the middle."
"You read my mind," said Lakota.
Brent jogged with the fear and enthusiasm of a first-year cadet at West Point, threading through stands of large oaks and booting his way across a carpet of dirt and leaves. The air was much cooler and slightly damper.
Heston, Park, and n.o.boru fanned out to the left, while Lakota, Daugherty, and Copeland s.h.i.+fted right. The plan was simple: Guide Thomas through the center of their flanking positions, toward the trucks. Once he pa.s.sed, they would squeeze the belt on the approaching Spetsnaz and catch them in a crossfire-which was, in fact, a diversion that would allow Riggs and Schleck-the sentinels positioned in the trees-to shoot them from their overhead snipers' perches.
How much of that plan survived the first enemy contact was a question they had no time to pose- Because in less than two minutes they'd have their answer.
Lakota cursed.
"What?" Brent asked.
"Check southern perimeter. Got some armed officers from Sandhurst moving into the woods. They must've spotted the Russians."
Brent saw them, too. "Aw, man ..."
"I know," she said.
"Cross-Com, this is Ghost Lead," Brent called into his mike, activating the Cross-Com's new artificial-intelligence feedback control.
"Go ahead, Ghost Lead," came the automated voice of a tactical computer aboard a satellite hurtling some 220,000 miles over Brent's head.
"Lock on to foes. All others in the area are IDed as friendlies, over."
"Roger. Foes locked. Friendlies identified. Four additional combatants moving into operational zone. Are these the contacts you wish IDed as friendlies, over?"
"Roger!"
"Designating."
At least Brent's people wouldn't misidentify those officers from the academy; they would appear as green blips in the team's HUDs. However, those academy personnel could easily mistake a Ghost Recon troop for a Russian-after all, both groups wore nondescript black, with only the design of their helmets being different, along with their communications devices. The Russians had a headset resembling a pair of sungla.s.ses, whereas the Cross-Com was monocle-based.
Of course, you had to think like a young military man whose country was being invaded: Any guy with a gun who didn't look like British military was an enemy. Shoot first. Apologize later.
Brent notified the rest of the team about the academy officers as he and the other group advanced toward their flanking zones. Their jobs were threefold now: rescue Thomas, ensure that the Brits did not interfere, and try to s.h.i.+eld those officers from the Russians. If they had to neutralize one of the Brits, they would do so with less-than-lethal fire, and his team members carried an a.s.sortment of such weapons.
Endwar_ The Hunted Part 15
You're reading novel Endwar_ The Hunted Part 15 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Endwar_ The Hunted Part 15 summary
You're reading Endwar_ The Hunted Part 15. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: David Michaels already has 557 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Endwar_ The Hunted Part 14
- Endwar_ The Hunted Part 16