Cataclysm by Dirk Patton

Author:Dirk Patton [Patton, Dirk]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Reaper Ranch Press LLC
Published: 2018-12-27T22:00:00+00:00

29

It was closer to five minutes before I heard the unmistakable thrum of a Sea Hawk’s rotor. Almost simultaneously came the ripping sound of a minigun. Half a dozen fast bursts, then another that went on for a few seconds before it fell silent. I moved to the door when Martinez brought the big helo into a hover and descended to touch down in a large open area outside the warehouse. I trotted out and leapt up into the aircraft, shouting for Martinez to shut down.

“Our orders are to extract you, sir,” one of the men said, looking at Martinez and twirling his finger.

She ignored him and shut down the engines. He frowned at her before turning back to face me.

“Got a Russian agent somewhere in the immediate area,” I said. “That’s why the snipers were still in place. We need to catch the bitch.”

He looked at me for a second, then turned his head away and mumbled into a radio. He got a fast response, turning back and nodding.

“What do you want us to do?” he asked.

“Building to building search. Start with that one.”

I pointed at the closest structure to the warehouse I’d been taken to. I couldn’t have been more than ten seconds behind Viktoriya when I’d run out the door, but she had already disappeared. There were only so many places she could have reached in that amount of time. Not that she couldn’t have moved on while I was waiting for air support, but we had to start somewhere.

“Want me to look at your arm?” one of the other Marines asked.

“I’m okay. Just find the bitch.”

They didn’t waste any more time before leaping out of the helo and running for the building I’d indicated. I leapt down and headed back for the warehouse.

“What are you doing?” Martinez called, running to keep up.

“They had Joe Revard.”

Dashing back inside, I ran to the chair my friend was strapped to and knelt next to him. He was awake, but barely. His head bobbed weakly as he tried to look through eyes that were swollen shut from the beating he’d taken.

“You’re okay,” I said gently. “It’s John Chase.”

I couldn’t tell if he nodded or it was just motion from his inability to hold his head steady.

“Shtuuupid... fucking whhhhite man,” he mumbled through his shattered mouth.

Martinez dropped to her knees next to me, a knife in her hand. She began cutting the nylon zip ties that had been used to restrain Joe. He started to slump as they came free and I gathered him into my arms as gently as I could.

“Hang on, Injun Joe. I got ya, buddy.”

“POLICE! ON THE GROUND! ON THE GROUND!”

“Put the knife down where they can see it,” I said softly to Martinez before looking over my shoulder.

Half a dozen cops in black body armor were between us and the door, M4 rifles pointed at us. I could see more in the shadows, spreading out to clear the building.

“I’m Colonel Chase, US Army,” I called. “Got an injured man here.

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