PRIMAL Inception (The PRIMAL Series) by Silkstone Jack

Author:Silkstone, Jack [Silkstone, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

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Ice and Vance parked the Land Cruiser a little over a mile from Barishna’s last known location. On the map, it was a group of tiny squares denoting buildings. Without going back to Pristina to check the Predator imagery that was all they had to go on. They were both familiar with the general area and picked a route that took them through a pine forest.

Ice held up his hand and knelt to inspect his map.

Vance leaned his Mk18 carbine against a tree and slung his daypack off. He reached into his pack and pulled out a granola bar. “You hungry, bud?”

He checked his watch. It was just after midday. “Yeah, could go a bite.”

Vance tossed him the bar.

He put the map away and placed his own weapon on the pine-needle covered ground. Like Vance, he was now armed with a suppressed Mk18, the short-barreled variant of the M4. Chewing, he looked through the trees. “This is the area we picked up Sledge.”

Vance nodded in agreement. “Yep, makes sense that Barishna is working where he knows. You think he’s tied in with Zahir?”

“Without a doubt. He doesn’t have the balls to order a hit.”

“So, how far to his position?”

“Four-hundred yards. We should cache our gear here. Go in light.” Ice unslung his pack and took out his long-lens camera along with a bundle of camouflaged scrim netting. They were already wearing chest-rigs loaded with ammo and their radios.

Vance placed his pack alongside Ice’s and covered them with leaf litter. Then he leaned a branch against the tree to mark the spot and they set off with Ice leading. The former Marine moved stealthily through the trees, skills learned in Force Recon.

As they approached the coordinates the drone had provided, he couldn’t shake the feeling of deja vu. Then he caught a glimpse of a building through the trees and realized exactly where they were. “Vance, its the old factory,” he whispered.

Vance paused, and nodded. “Yeah, where we found Sledge. Barishna must have taken it over.”

Ice moved closer until he found a gap between the trees that he could use to zoom in on the building. In the Marines, they called it loopholing. He set the camera up on a mini tripod, draped the scrim netting over it, and lay behind. A moment later, Vance joined him.

“What’ve we got?”

“The SUV Barishna was driving is parked out front along with two trucks. We’ve got at least three guys unloading boxes.”

“Probably a smuggling hub.”

Ice snapped a dozen shots of the transfer. “We need a closer look.”

“That’s too risky, bud.”

He adjusted the focus on the camera. “You know these guys, they don’t bother with sentries. I’ll be in and out in a couple of minutes.” He tapped his earpiece. “I’ve got you on comms.”

“Fine, but this time I haven’t got any Viking raiders to bail you out, just me.”

Ice grabbed his Mk18. “They won’t see me.” He left Vance with the camera and stalked toward the concrete-walled factory.

He didn’t remember it being so big. Kneeling behind a tree, he pulled out a compact spotting scope and scanned the upstairs windows.

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