ARISEN, Book Fourteen - ENDGAME by Fuchs Michael Stephen

Author:Fuchs, Michael Stephen [Fuchs, Michael Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Complete & Total Asskicking Books
Published: 2017-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

You Hate Me Anyway

CentCom – Sniper OP

Elliot was first back up on his feet, and first to get his magnifying optic on the crash site. The ravaged airframe was lying mostly beyond the glare of the wall lights. But Ali’s front-mounted night-vision device on his rifle lit the scene like day.

The helo was lying on its side, but Apache pilots and gunners get into the cockpit through side hatches in the canopy. First the cracked rear one pushed up and out, and the pilot climbed out into the rain, pushing a short-barreled rifle out ahead – then, sitting on the edge of the airframe, tremblingly pulled off a big flight helmet. And as Elliot settled his 6x-magnifying optic on the emerging face, he could see…

It was the same female pilot who had rescued them all from the top floor of the Gherkin. She had saved his life.

She had also later punched him in the face.

Now she leaned over and started trying to lever open the front-seat hatch. It was stuck or wedged, but she finally got it up, leaned inside, and hauled up the body of someone who seemed dazed or half-conscious. His head was lolling, so Elliot couldn’t see his face until they both climbed up on the right-side engine of the destroyed aircraft. It was pretty obvious they went there because it was the highest point of an Apache lying on its side – and the first dead hands were already grabbing at their boots from down on the ground .

It was also obvious from the way they were moving that both were injured – hardly surprising given the violence of the crash, and the tumbling of the airframe. Still looking down, the man shook his head – then leaned down, reached back in the front seat of the cockpit, and came out with his own rifle. And when he finally stood up and scanned around them, Elliot could see his face.

It was fucking Major Jameson.

The man who had killed all of Elliot’s friends.

* * *

Jameson never quite blacked out, but their rapid deceleration had, to say the least, caused his vision to go black. Which was probably for the best, because when they started tumbling at dryer spin-cycle speed, it wouldn’t have done him the least bit of good to see the world whirling around him that fast.

Unsurprisingly, he found the world still spinning after they came to rest, and he was mainly thinking these pilots’ harnesses were excellent, because the only injuries he could feel were bruises and burns where the straps themselves had cut into him while restraining his body. It would be another couple of minutes before he felt the pain in his head and realized he’d banged the hell out of it on three sides of the cockpit around him. His own Mk 7 combat helmet was pretty good. Probably the Apache pilots’ was better, but he hadn’t had time to put one on.

As he sat there and watched the spinning of the world slow, the one thing he didn’t feel was any regret – much less recrimination.

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