Death Cycle: Book 6 in the Reed Montgomery Series by Ryles Logan

Author:Ryles, Logan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ryker Morgan Publishing
Published: 2021-08-10T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Seven

Brájen Valko stood next to the Humvee and gently switched off the radio. He tapped the device against the open palm of his left hand while he stared out through the trees, back in the direction of the ship captain’s burned-out home five miles away. He couldn’t see the smoke rising from the ashes, but he knew it was there. He knew his man should also be there. He should’ve established an overwatch, searched for Valentina, and then checked in. But Valko hadn’t heard from him, so he called for a situation report. And now this.

He looked at the radio and considered every angle of his brief conversation with the unknown man on the other end. Valko was a warrior. No, more than a warrior, he was an elite—a highly trained, battle-tested spec ops soldier with names like French Foreign Legion and Germany’s KSK on his resume. He knew how to fight, and he knew how to win. Something he’d learned long ago was that patience served him well, and when time allowed for it, he liked to think slowly.

Somebody was toying with him. He was sure of that. Either his man had lost his radio and some fool had picked it up, or worse, his man had been killed. But by whom?

Valko thought back to his brief phone call with the man who called himself Fianchetto. Valko knew it wasn’t actually a name. In fact, he was pretty sure Fianchetto was a chess maneuver. But it wasn’t unusual for his clients to use pseudonyms when hiring Legion X, and Fianchetto was paying a lot, and without question. Fianchetto wanted the best—the most elite. Not Legion X’s usual ground-pounders, but their unadvertised Special Operations division. Valko was surprised that Fianchetto even knew about Legion X’s spec ops team—a team usually hired out by invitation only. But Fianchetto had insisted.

The money was right, so Legion X agreed, and eight hours later, Valko and his men were on board a privately owned cargo plane en route from Budapest to Barranquilla. These men weren’t soldiers, and they weren’t even commandos. They were something darker and more deadly, collected from every continent and trained to the point of animalistic lethality inside Legion X’s secret combat facility in Belarus. The LX Dark Team, as they were known, rivaled the most superior Special Operations operatives of all the world’s leading militaries. They were combat enthusiasts—killing machines.

Valko had been Dark Team’s commander for sixteen months, which was the longest anybody had been Dark Team’s commander, to his knowledge. You didn’t acquire this job by appointment or popular vote, but by seniority. So, in theory, becoming the boss was pretty simple. You just didn’t get killed while everybody above you did, which made this job suitable for only the most insane.

Cracked.

That was the word Sam Judson, one of Dark Team’s American operators and Valko’s second-in-command, used. You had to be cracked to work on Dark Team. Pure greed wasn’t enough. You needed bloodlust. Judson should know. He was one of the most cracked, bloody people Valko had ever met.

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