Defilade by J. R. Jackson

Author:J. R. Jackson [Jackson, J. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, horror, adventure, Post-Apocalyptic, Science Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B01AKTPQGS
Goodreads: 34373069
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
Published: 2017-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 30

Brooks Mountain Range, Alaska

O’Toole studied what little of the target he could see through his binoculars. He could make out the runway markers and the taxiway that led to a large hangar that appeared to be recessed into the mountain. Scanning around the valley, he saw the shapes of the tank farm, satellite dishes and the smaller support structures. Tucking the binoculars into their pouch he looked at his watch.

Jesus, its fucking cold. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this cold. He shivered then tried to force his mind back to the mission.

The transportation team had dropped them off two klicks from here. They should already be at the clearing hooking up the cargo sleds for the return trip. Looking up at the sky, he watched the clouds swirl around as the storm that had put them on the ground was slowly dying out. He glanced at his watch. The mission kicked off in less than twenty minutes. The longer they sat out here freezing their asses off, the less alert they would be. As if to support his thought, the rumble of an engine startled him. Down in the valley, out of one of the structures, presumably the motor pool garage, a snow cat waddled into view.

With jerky motions, it started moving towards the patrol road. Apparently, the weather had decreased enough to send out the security patrols again. O’Toole glanced to his right and saw a slight movement further down the hill towards what they had labeled as the aviation maintenance building. That would be the SEALs. Off to his left, somewhere, the Rangers, in full camouflage, were spread out along the short bluff that overlooked the runways with their sniper and his spotter team in a position of overwatch that commanded the entire valley. O’Toole looked back at Sands who was stuffing a large wad of tobacco between his cheek and gums. His sergeant grinned at him with one cheek distended as he slid the tobacco pouch back inside this parka and put his gloves back on.

“Know what I think, Ell-tee? I think we should pull back and nuke this place from orbit,” Sands said quietly. “It’s the only way to be sure,” he added giving his OIC a lopsided grin.

O’Toole smirked when he caught the reference to the film that Sands had just quoted. He reached up and broke squelch on his radio twice, waited for a reply, then slipped over the edge of the hill like water flowing downstream. Up ahead was his target and it was just about time to open up a can of whoop ass.

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