ARISEN, Book Seven - Death of Empires by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs

Author:Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs [James, Glynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: SEAL Team Six, SOF, high-tech weapons, Increment, serial fiction, fast zombies, spec-ops, techno-thriller, naval adventure, SAS, dystopian fiction, special operations, zombies, supercarrier, Delta Force, Hereford, military, horror, Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
Published: 2014-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

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JFK - Combat Information Center

Drake leaned back into one of the comfy upholstered chairs around the periphery of CIC. He wasn’t sure why they got all the comfy chairs in here, except perhaps because these guys had to be glued to them all the time. That, or so it would look like it did in Tom Clancy films.

He leaned back in the cool dimness, settling into the rich hum of voices and activity around him, and watched the big screen up front. This showed the video view from their Fire Scout, the helicopter drone, which had cycled and refueled, and then relaunched an hour ago.

It now orbited the naval base, its camera currently trained on their boat full of badasses, which was about five minutes from hitting the docks. The light was still low enough that they were watching in night-vision/thermal mode. But the sun was coming up. Under normal conditions, they’d have two or even three UAVs up there, for a variety of views on the target objective. But they already had the Predator tasked, its unblinking eye on the Russian ship.

And fuel wasn’t getting any more plentiful. In fact, they were down to the bottoms of almost all their barrels.

This had better work, Drake thought. He felt like a guy with a bad gambling problem – whose wife had just left him for his boss, who had just fired him – now putting his last two chips on thirty-seven black on the roulette table.

This was perhaps their last and only chance – do-or-die.

On either side of the big screen at the end of the room, they’d also piped in video from the GoPro shoulder cams worn by the operators, one on Raible, the other on Juice. They were using the Fire Scout as a traffic relay for data and voice, so there was little danger of a commo outage, almost regardless of where the ground team went. Somebody in CIC was listening to traffic from their squad net; but they reserved the wall speakers for the command net, and talking directly to the ground commander.

Finally, there was a digital map display on the left wall, showing the area where the team was operating, namely the environs of the port facility. It was overlaid with a small blue rectangle, which updated in real time, and showed the near-exact location of the shore team, as identified by the FOF (Friend-or-Foe) ID transponder on Juice. It moved when he did. This didn’t overlay with the drone video view, but with those two taken side by side, plus the shoulder cams, everyone in CIC should have a pretty good idea of where the ground team was, what they were doing – and exactly what they were facing.

You’ve gotta love technology, Drake thought.

Then again, he knew if that map zoomed out enough, it would also show a red diamond – the symbol for the Russian battlecruiser, which was not nearly far enough away down the coast for comfort.

Drake exhaled and said a prayer of thanks – mainly for the fact that there were two of him now.

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