The Siberian Incident 2 by Andrew Gille

Author:Andrew Gille [Gille, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mystic Lion Publications
Published: 2020-03-27T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The Delivery

"I HAD CONTACT with them at 15 minutes ago, they'll be at the rendezvous point in less than an hour after you go wheels up, I need you to get off the ground now. Your time to the extraction zone has got to be precise. They are in a lot of danger flying those balloons."

Agent Magdalena spoke from a board room in Columbus, Ohio. The board room had transformed into a command post for a military operation. Displayed on projected screens were maps and tactical data indicating the position of their asset, Scott Brockman, in Eastern Russia.

"Who is this pilot you're speaking to? Is he good enough for this mission?" A man named Collins from the NSA, wearing a suit asked, he'd been doubting her decisions all day and was beginning to get on her nerves.

Magdalena ran her hand through her medium length blonde hair and exhaled before she spoke. She didn't want to address this condescending jerk as a 'motherfucker,' which was the word screaming in her mind right now.

"Agent Collins, this pilot, codenamed Red Garrett, has over 14,000 hours and 2,000 hours in type. He also has the most experience of any pilot we have with the Fulton surface to air recovery system. He's going to need to pull off three extractions at once and not kill any of these guys. He'll get there, right now we just have an issue with Russian customs."

"Tell him to dump the vodka!" Another man named Fredrick from the CIA now suggested. Neither of these idiots had the slightest clue about how carefully this mission had been planned.

"Agent Fredrick, it would be pretty suspicious for Red Garrett to leave the cargo he is ostensibly in Russia to deliver for our import/export company. We'd blow the cover of Edrick Imports and jeopardize at least half a dozen other missions."

She nearly rolled her eyes at the stupidity of these two representatives of some of the most critical intelligence agencies in The United States. The two sat back in their seats, pouting at her as she attempted to communicate with Red Garrett over his comms.

"Ok, clearance granted, I'm taxiing out to runway 07 left," Red Garrett replied, over the Polycom in the boardroom.

"There, I told you he'd be on time," Sandy said, relieved to hear that his flight was now leaving.

"What about your assets in Eastern Russia, have you had contact with them?" Colins asked.

"You've been sitting here, our comms are down with them. We suspect that Colin Crossfield is employing jamming devices near his facility. The facility appears to be on some kind of alert."

"This agent, um…" Fredrick seemed to have forgotten Scott's name.

"Brockman," Sandy finished his sentence for him.

"Yes, Brockman and this mercenary, the guy…is his name Brockman too?"

"No, they are related, but his name is Brubeck," Sandy said, flatly wondering what the hell Fredrick was getting at.

"These two, we seem to have lost them, could we just send in another team to extract our objective?"

"You told me I could not get another team authorized for this op," Sandy said, gritting her teeth.

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