Countdown: H Hour by Tom Kratman

Author:Tom Kratman [Kratman, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Action & Adventure, War & Military, Men's Adventure, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9781451637939
Google: y6f4ygAACAAJ
Amazon: 1451637934
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2012-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

Caban Island, Pilas Group, Basilan Province, Republic of the Philippines

What was, to Janail, mere distant screaming from the raped girl was, to his main prisoner, much closer and more personal. Her ordeal took place a bare thirty feet from where Ayala lay. It sounded like it was in the same hut.

Poor little shit, though Ayala.

His finger stump had stopped aching some time ago. From what Ayala could glean from the “doctor’s” expression, this was not necessarily a good thing.

At the doctor’s insistence they’d made Ayala something like a bed, and given him a thin blanket and, probably too late, a mosquito net. Neither of these, despite the tropic heat, kept him from shivering. He was still chained to his rock, in any case, though in his condition that was probably superfluous.

The infection in my hand or a touch of malaria? the old man wondered. No matter; either will be the death of me. And fairly soon, I think.

I always thought that I’d die before my Paloma. No fear there. But I thought I’d die with a priest at one hand, my confession said, and Paloma holding the other. Now? No priest, no confession, no salvation. And the burden of my sins is heavy . . . heavy. And no Paloma.

I wish I could get her a message. I’d tell her to forget about me, forget about the ransom, and use the money for revenge. “’Vengeance is mine,’ sayeth the Lord.” That’s what the priests say, isn’t it? Well, if I’m going to Hell anyway, what’s a little more reason?

And if, somehow, by the grace of God, I ever get out of this alive, my entire fortune is going to revenge, and the fucking Moros’ great-great-great grandchildren are going to shudder and scream at the mention of my name.

If . . . by the grace of God . . .

The shivering ceased as Ayala felt a wave of warmth come over him. Oh, shit. Now comes the fever and the shakes.

Just across the trail, a young girl shrieked anew as her masters tore her sphincter for about the fourth time this evening.

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