Echo Six: Black Ops - ISIS Killing Fields by Eric Meyer

Author:Eric Meyer
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Action & Adventure, Thriller & Suspense, War & Military, Men's Adventure, Genre Fiction, War, Thriller, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Swordworks
Published: 2016-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

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Heinrich Buchmann watched the Russian aircraft bank for the attack on the fort. The heavy machine guns on the walls roared, and streams of tracers lit up the sky. One of the diving Sukhois seemed to shiver in the air and make an abrupt change of course. He knew what had happened. The heavy machine guns had scored a hit. Maybe the pilot was dead, maybe not. The next few seconds would decide whether an ejector seat left the stricken fuselage, carrying the pilot to safety. What happened next was unexpected. A bomb left the hardpoint under the fuselage, and instead of tracking down to the fort, adopted a slanting trajectory, more of a lob than an aimed piece of ordnance.

He was enjoying the show. The stupid Russians had fucked up. No surprise there, except his amusement changed to horror as the black object, a laser guided bomb, prescribed a path toward a point midway between the cairn of rocks and the fort. It happened in an eye blink. One moment, there was just smooth, unbroken sand. The next, the ground erupted. A ten-meter square piece of the earth seemed to rise up and then crash down, forcing a plume of smoke, dust, and sand high into the air.

He had to make a fast decision. Most of them would be dead. A huge explosion like the one he'd just seen would bring down the roof of an old tunnel beneath it.

Will any of them survive? No, they had no chance. All for the sake of this shithole fort in the Syrian Desert, to help the Iraqis fight off the threat to their shithole country.

He glanced back at the Iraqi position, but there was nothing. The bastards were cowering behind the rocks, doing nothing.

Nothing!

They'd sat and watched while a Russian bomb wiped out his unit. When the planes left, it would be a perfect opportunity to storm across the sands and hit them hard before they recovered.

Will they do it? No way will they, they’re ragheads. Backshooters. No honor. On the other hand, they may change their minds if I am able to persuade them.

He flexed his mighty fist; he'd use it if necessary. It had served him well in the past. People tended to take notice when he slammed his meaty paw into their belly. The smoke was a perfect cover, and he jumped to his feet and started running. The Iraqis had men, weapons, trucks, everything they needed. Except for a little something called guts.

I'll give them guts. Either that or I'll rip them out of their yellow bellies.

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