Blood Debt (Brannigan's Blackhearts Book 10) by Peter Nealen

Author:Peter Nealen [Nealen, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Flanagan wasn’t far from where Brannigan and Carter were watching the react force come out of the central concrete building. Tackett was down in the dirt behind another spruce only a few feet away, also watching the compound through his ACOG.

Tackett got up carefully and moved up next to Flanagan, moving so quietly that if Flanagan hadn’t been completely still, breathing through his mouth to stay even quieter—nose breathing, even if it wasn’t audible at any distance, was still going to be louder inside his own head—he might not have even heard Tackett’s boots crunching in the snow. “I don’t see any drones yet, but they’re coming right out into the riverbed. Those guys crawling up toward the south side are going to get compromised.”

“I know.” Flanagan reached down and checked his radio before transmitting. It was a habit he’d formed after a guy he’d known had accidentally sent a call on the wrong channel, in the middle of a life-or-death situation. The mistake had been caught and corrected in time, but it had been a lesson learned that Flanagan had taken away ever since.

He frowned. Even in the low light, he should have been able to see the channel numbers on the little LCD screen on the radio’s face. It was blank, though.

He turned the radio off, then back on. He’d changed the batteries in the last hide site, so he knew they should be good. Nothing. The radio was dead. “Is your radio up?”

Tackett checked his own, his frown increasingly hard to see as the light faded. “No. It’s dead. Why is it dead?”

With a sudden sinking sensation in his chest, Flanagan reached up and lowered his NVGs, turning them on. Or, perhaps more accurately, trying to turn them on. The switch turned and clicked into place, but the tube remained dark.

“Everything’s dead.” He flipped the PVS-14s back up out of the way. “I don’t know how they did it, but they just fried all of our electronics.”

Tackett flipped his own NVGs down to check. He nodded. “You’re right. Great. Now what?”

“We need to link up with whoever we can and deal with that bunch while we can still see.” Flanagan chewed his lip. Putting his eye back to his ACOG, he saw that the oncoming react force had their NVGs down. So, their gear was working, while the Blackhearts were back to Vietnam-era night fighting. Except they didn’t have any flares.

This was about to get interesting. Especially since they didn’t have suppressors for any of their weapons.

“Friendlies!” The whisper was just loud enough to carry from the trees just above and off to the left. Flanagan turned toward the dark figures, barely visible in the foliage but still standing out just enough against the snow, despite their overwhites, to partially identify Brannigan and Carter.

“Come ahead.” This was going to get hairy, fast. Without comms, scattered across a line that probably totaled more than fifteen hundred yards, they couldn’t coordinate, at least not without exposing themselves to the react force and the guards in the towers.

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