Authors: Carolyn McCray
Lopez smiled
,
though.
“
I took it he meant
this
base, Sarge
,
not the other three in the area.
”
The corporal had a rebellious streak a mile wide, but damn
,
he was inventive in how he expressed it. The helicopter
’
s nose was down, pushing the envelope on air speed.
Brandt glanced to the stopped train car ahead of them. Would the helicopter get to them in time? Could they clear the blast zone in time? Was Rebecca freaking out at the altar?
Unfortunately
,
the only
ques
t
ion
he could answer was the one about the helicopter.
“
The helo
’
s not going to make it
.
”
Talli sighed next to him as Davidson lay belly flat on the train
’
s roof, taking shots at the fleeing terrorists. Apparently
,
the would-be thieves had realized their incredibly well
-
planned
-
out mission was a bust and ran for the hills. Literally.
At the least
,
the terrorists had abandoned the vans that contained all of the stolen ordnances. Enough live ammunition to blow a city block. Instead of trying to drive the van out of here, the terrorists fled on dirt bikes. The perfect vehicles for the countryside. Clearly
,
they hoped to melt into the thick forests surrounding the base.
That just wouldn
’
t do.
Time to get even crazier than Lopez.
“
Get up!
”
Brandt shouted to the men as the train hurled toward the explosive
-
laden train. He tugged Davidson up by the bulletproof vest but spoke to Lopez
.
“
Tell the helo to drop the lines.
”
Lopez
’
s brows furrowed
,
then arched up.
“
On it!
”
Brandt counted off in his head as the helicopter streaked toward them, black rope pouring out the sides like dark spiderwebs. Maybe the helo couldn
’
t get to them in time
,
but that didn
’
t mean they couldn
’
t get to it.
“
On my mark!
”
Brandt yelled. He glanced over his shoulder as the details of the munitions car came into sharp relief. He could read the car number 429. Even Talli could hit the damn thing by now.
Davidson must have just gotten wind of Brandt
’
s plan.
“
Okay
,
then. I guess we are doing this.
”
The sniper slung his rifle over his shoulder, securing it.
Levont smiled.
“
They said your team was off the hook.
”
Good to know.
“
Three,
”
Brandt shouted.
Christ All Mighty
,
that car was coming up fast.
“
Two.
”
Each of the men kneeled down, preparing for the burst of speed and
height
they were going to need.
“
One!
”
Brandt and the rest sprinted across the train
’
s roof. His barely healed obliques screeched their protest to the plan, but he kept running. As Brandt hit the edge of the roof, he pushed off, launching himself into the air. For a brief moment
,
he worried Rebecca would get the call all families of the military feared they would get. He could even see her tear
-
stained cheeks. A wedding suddenly turned wake.
Then a rope smacked him in the face. He grabbed it, wrapping his wrist around it, letting it take his weight.
Not everyone else was so lucky. Davidson had the speed and the height
—
there just wasn
’
t a rope in sight. Lashing out, Brandt snagged the edge of Davidson
’
s vest. The force changed his trajectory enough to
allow
the sniper to grab the tail end of Brandt
’
s rope. Unfortunately
,
the added weight knocked the helicopter off balance.
Davidson
,
though
,
flung himself like a monkey in a tree, casting himself off Brandt
’
s rope and grabbing a free line.
The chopper righted itself, zipping away as the engine car hit the munitions train. A fireball Michael Bay would have
been
proud of exploded high into the sky, the heat blast hurling them all forward. The three vans were engulfed in flame yet they didn
’
t blow. Weird. They should have been filled with explosives.
Lopez whooped, waving the camera.
“
Got it! In HD color, baby!
”
Before he could figure out what that meant, Levont swung closer.
“
They were right.
Off. The. Hook.
”
Brandt frowned.
“
You think we
’
re
done
?
”
* * *
“
Hell, no!
”
Lopez shouted as Brandt gave the helicopter the signal to give chase to the dirt bikes.
Davidson felt his lips
—
well
,
at least his good lip
—
pull up into a fierce smile. His bad arm hurt like hell and his fingers were cramped around the rope, but he
’
d never felt so alive as the hot air pushed him back as the helicopter accelerated.
Who wouldn
’
t want to hang out of a helicopter chasing after terrorists? God truly was gracious giving him such a second chance. His first military tour had been shrouded in lies. Lies he
’
d convinced himself were necessary. In the end
,
though
,
he couldn
’
t serve the cult that raised him and his country at the same time.
And his country had suffered for it. Worse
,
Rebecca had suffered for it. Brandt had suffered the most.
Not this time. The man clinging to a rope going a hundred miles an hour was the
real
Davidson. Free of the Knot, he could truly be committed to his cause. To make up for every death he
’
d caused while under cover. And there had been many. Too many.
He pushed aside the sight of that jet in France. While he hadn
’
t pulled the trigger
,
those deaths were on his shoulders as surely as the terrorist who launched the RPG. God would decide his punishment for wandering from His way.
In this life
,
Davidson could do only one thing to make amends. And that was to take out the bad guys.
Luckily
,
it
looked like there
was
six of them right ahead trying to outrace a helicopter. Given that he was the lowest on the ropes, Davidson
’
s feet skimmed the tall
,
bright grass
,
so he had the opportunity to be at bike level. The guy on the motorcycle genuinely looked surprised when Davidson flung himself from the rope and knocked into him. An elbow to the jaw and the guy was off the bike.
It took both hands on the handlebars to stabilize the motorcycle before it pitched over. However
,
Davidison didn
’
t take the bike much f
a
rther. He
’
d just preferred to stop the bike on his own rather than plowing into the ground.
Instead
,
Davidson braked hard as he slung his rifle off his shoulder. The other bikes were so close it was almost too easy. Like target practice. After the day they
’
d had? Davidson would take it. His first shot took out the back tire of the nearest motorcycle. It tilted over into the high grass. The next shot hit the third biker in the back. Not checking to see what happened to that bike, Davidson aimed at the fourth and hit the gas tank. His next shot set it on fire. Before he set up the shot, the fifth terrorist stopped his bike, his hands high up in the air.
Davidson looked up to Brandt
,
still on his rope. His question for the sergeant clear. Take the shot or not?
* * *
Brandt shook his head. The guy had surrendered. He was a sleazy terrorist, but he
’
d given himself up. Sirens sounded from across the field as
n
aval MPs finally caught up with the action.
Given that Davidson had single-handedly taken down the terrorist cell, Brandt gave the private a nod toward the rope. Normally
,
Brandt would have felt slightly cheated that someone else
had
had all the action, but with his wedding sixteen minutes away? Today he could have laid a lip
-
lock on Davidson.
Feeling competent that the slew of MPs heading their way could take care of the cleanup, Brandt gave the signal for the chopper to pull them up.
As their lines zipped upward toward the helicopter, Brandt glanced to the inferno that used to be a train car. All those explosives had been meant for elementary school children visiting the Smithsonian Museum on a field trip. It felt pretty damned good to see that hailstorm of pain and anguish burning benignly in a meadow.
However
,
today wouldn
’
t be a complete win, not if he missed his own nuptials.
Shrugging off the help of one of the airmen in the helo, Brandt climbed onto the deck of the chopper. Of course
,
Lopez went forward to the pilot
’
s seat. And of course
,
the
a
ir
f
orce pilot refused to give him the stick. Normally
,
Brandt would have sided with the guy who brought the helicopter to the party
.
H
owever
,
today wasn
’
t normal.
“
Lopez will be flying,
”
Brandt added.
“
Sir, this is an
a
ir
f
orce vehicle,
”
the pilot shot back.
“
And no one but a
—
”
Davidson pulled out a piece of paper from his flak jacket and handed it to the copilot. The man quickly scanned it. When he looked up
,
he seemed confused.
“
It is a letter of suspension of
p
osse
c
omitatus
for the team.
”
The pilot
’
s eyes narrowed. They all knew what that meant.
“
That
’
s right,
”
Lopez said
,
waving his hand at the pilot.
“
And it is signed by the
p
resident of the United States
,
so get out of the chair already.
”
The document in Davidson
’
s possession overrode the federal law prohibiting military personnel from operating on civilian soil. Which allowed Lopez to fly them wherever the hell they wanted. In fairness
,
it had been issued in case the chase after the live munitions had carried them past the base
’
s borders,
not
to get Brandt to his wedding on time, but hey, Brandt would deal with his commander once he slipped that ring onto Rebecca
’
s finger.
With a displease
d
grunt, the pilot rose from his chair, handing the stick over to Lopez. The helicopter lurched and bucked at the transfer and Lopez demanding maximum speed ASAP.