Kill Zone by Jack Coughlin

Author:Jack Coughlin [Coughlin, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Fiction, Thrillers, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780230738263
Publisher: Pan Macmillan
Published: 2006-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

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The small U.S. Air Force C-20 executive jet sped across the Atlantic, bucking through pockets of rough air that were being pushed east by a storm front. Colonel Ralph Sims, the only passenger aboard, was strapped tightly into a wide, comfortable seat. This rough, bucking ride might be a mild flight compared to what awaited him when he landed.

An Air Force staff sergeant came back to check on Sims, and perched on the armrest of the seat across from him. She was an attractive brunette, with her hair cut short to frame her face and flawless makeup. Slender and with long legs that were close enough for him to touch when she crossed them. She was barefoot, and had replaced her uniform jacket with a small dark blue apron. Her perfect breasts swayed with the motion of the aircraft, threatening to break free of the little buttons on her shirt. The staff sergeant obviously had been chosen as a hostess for VIP flights because of the sum total of all of her assets, and she was given custom-tailored uniforms and had her hair done professionally at a pricy salon, courtesy of Uncle Sam.

“How are things back here, Colonel?” she asked. The accent was uniquely regional to her native West Virginia, and added to the package of charm.

“Bumpy.” Sims had larger things on his mind than this girl’s sexuality, but damn, she looked good.

“It does get that way sometimes, but the pilot is going to take us up higher and bend a little to the south to pick our way through this muck.” She waggled her foot up and down.

“No shoes today, Staff Sergeant?”

“I’m from the coal fields, sir. Didn’t even have shoes until I joined the Air Force and the government gave me some,” she laughed. “That’s a lie, but unlike most women, I hate shoes, and kick ’em off after everyone is aboard and we’re off the ground. Easier to work barefoot.” She waved her right arm at the otherwise empty cabin. “Can you imagine trying to carry a tray while walking on high heels during a storm like this? Some gay designer who hates women created high heels, that’s what I think.”

Sims smiled. “Well, I guess none of your passengers tonight will complain.”

“Nobody has yet, sir. We were going to be flying back empty tonight, but got a last-minute call to hold and wait for you.” She enjoyed only having to deal with just one person. “It’s dark outside and we’re flying into time, so maybe you want to get some rest? Nothing you can do to hurry us along.”

He thought about the valuable hours that were falling from the clock, never to be recovered. Double-Oh and the Sergeants’ Network had done a great job on logistics, for his departure had to look normal, which meant the staff had to be given an opportunity to prepare the PowerPoint slide show and a set of briefing papers. He spent the interval finishing the hardest part of his job as

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