The Siberian Incident by Greig Beck

Author:Greig Beck
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2019-12-05T22:00:00+00:00

EPISODE 04

CHAPTER 28

INTERACTION: Overlooking the Mill Compound—10 minutes ago

Stanislov Borga was dressed in all white camouflage clothing and was a silent and near-invisible ghost as he moved through the snow-draped landscape.

Over his shoulder was an SVD Dragunov sniper rifle with a five-round magazine—it was reliable, light, and he was deadly accurate with it for up to half a mile. Though the tree coverage was still thick on the hill, the air was breathless and had a clarity that was perfect for a marksman.

Borga had been given his targets—two of them, the man and woman. Either one was acceptable as his job was to send a message. However, the American man, Carter Stenson, was the real priority target.

He found a perch behind a large tree and settled down to wait. It was still early morning and he had at least eight hours of light to wait for a perfect kill shot. But he also had light amplification equipment so if he had to camp out, he would.

It had taken him a day and a half to get to the lake and then wend his way circuitously through the thick forest, so he was determined not to head back without completing his mission.

He had been engaged by the local bratva, but he was a freelance assassin for hire. It didn’t matter to him if it was a man, woman, or child, what their crime or politics were, or whether it was simple revenge or even the removal of an opponent. If the money was right, his target was as good as dead.

Borga lit a smoke and exhaled through clenched teeth, spreading the smoke. The smoke would dissipate quickly and the cold locked up odors so he wasn’t worried about it being detected. However, if he were here in the dark, he’d have to dispense with smoking. But he suspected his job would be completed well before then.

He lifted his rifle, looking through the scope to scan the compound—there was the main manager’s house that his briefing notes had told him was used by Sara Stenson. Then there were about a dozen smaller cabins used by the workers, and one of them by Carter Stenson. The major building was the old mill house that had been turned into their laboratory, hatchery, and administration center.

Borga sucked in another lungful of smoke and eased it out again. He’d been freelancing ever since he left the Spetsnaz forces. He’d enjoyed his work there, but the pay was shit. Now, he only needed one good hit on a high-profile target to make nearly an entire year’s wage. And a confirmed kill today would do just that for him.

Confirmed kills were never a problem for him. Borga specialized in headshots and with the Dragunov’s 7.62mm caliber rounds and a muzzle velocity of 2,500 feet per second, the effects were a hole in one side of the skull and the other half blown off like a broken dinner plate.

He’d heard Americans had hard heads, and he couldn’t wait to test that and see Carter Stenson’s in pieces.

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