Winters, Irish - [In the Company of Snipers 2] - Mark by Irish Winters

Author:Irish Winters [Winters, Irish]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Windy Days Press
Published: 2014-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

“They what? When? Stupid fools!”

Mark caught the drift of tension when Alex stepped away to take a call. They’d barely flown into Chicago’s O’Hare Airport. He hadn’t realized they were headed to Wisconsin until they’d left the Stewart residence. Apparently, Alex hadn’t wanted to alarm Libby.

Crowds of passengers stormed the baggage carousel. He watched for their weapons cases and ammo cases. Flying with firearms always meant extra restrictions and preparation, but he took no chances. The sooner this gear was out of the public’s reach the better off he’d feel. If only he knew what his boss was ranting about.

“We need to get to Spencer. Now.” Alex stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, grim and focused as he jerked his overnight case off the carousel, grabbed his rifle case and turned toward the exit. “Castor and his friends blew through the safe house.”

“What are you saying?” Mark stepped to his boss’s side.

“I mean they blew it up. Damned FBI only had two agents there. Both are dead. Zack thinks one of Libby’s sisters might’ve been killed, too.”

God, no. Fear clutched Mark’s throat. “Are Jon’s parents okay?”

“You know as much as I do,” Alex snapped.

“But how could this happen?”

“Because the damned Bureau is so buried in political bullshit, they can’t do anything right. Nothing like this would’ve happened if you guys had been there.” Alex cursed all the way to the tarmac and their next ride, a private jet that would get them into the airport at Eau Claire. From there, it was less than an hour to Spencer.

Mark couldn’t think. This turn of events was going to kill Libby. Zack had to be wrong.

“You see why I needed you here?” Alex fumed as they flew northward. “I need my best snipers.”

The Gulfstream ate up the miles. Before long they’d secured a rental vehicle, a roomy Yukon that would hold all their gear. Mark expected a war zone when they screeched up the long gravel driveway to the Clifton farm. It was strangely quiet. Alex’s cell phone rang. Mark listened to Zack’s loud voice in Alex’s ear.

“Boss, you gonna get your dumb ass in here or you gonna hang around for midnight target practice?”

Mark stopped in his tracks. Zack just called the boss what? But Alex did not react like Mark expected. Instead, they ran for the open front door. Zack slammed it shut behind them There were no lights inside the farmhouse, just the dim shape of Libby’s father, Jerry, crouched at the open window, his rifle in hand.

“Sit rep,” Alex demanded when he cleared the doorway.

“Nothing in sight. The Russians took out both FBI helicopters just outside of town. We saw the explosions from the upstairs windows. We know they’re coming and they’ve got rocket launchers. Get ready.” Zack took position at the other open window. “It sure feels like I’m back in Iraq all of a sudden. You heard from Mother yet?”

“Not yet,” Alex snapped. “She can’t get a decent answer from the FBI anyway.”

“Weren’t they the ones who told us a couple dozen Russians entered the states?” Zack asked.

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