David Wolf series Box Set by Jeff Carson

Author:Jeff Carson [Carson, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cross Atlantic Publishing
Published: 2017-07-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Wolf picked up the man’s rifle from the ground and inspected it. It was a lightweight, black Steyr Scout with a ten-round high-capacity magazine. Mounted on top was a night-vision scope.

He turned to the west. The steep mountain slope above was awash with moonlight. To the naked eye, details of the terrain were muddled and faint. He stared for a moment, looking for movement in his periphery. There was none.

He flipped the power switch on the night-vision scope and pressed the rubber eyepiece to his eye. The area was transformed into a bright black-and-white image, like an ultrahigh-definition monochrome computer monitor with the contrast cranked high.

The scope was a white phosphor display, rather than the green he had experience with in his army years. Wolf twisted the magnification knob and his vision was pulled closer into the terrain.

All the cracks and depressions of the mountain were revealed in the scope. Still nothing moved.

He scanned back and forth, high to low. Then he started from the bottom and scanned back to the top. He didn’t worry about the sheer cliffs to the right and left, just the navigable slopes. He scanned all the terrain surrounding them on three sides and saw no movement.

He lowered the rifle and crouched to study the ground. He flipped on his headlamp and looked for shoe prints, hoping if he could figure out the direction the man had come in from, maybe it would give him a definitive clue as to where the other men were.

Jack watched on in silence as Wolf studied the dirt, brittle grass, and rocks around the camp. It was no use. The tracks led to the woods, straight toward the steep slope to the west. But that proved nothing. The man could have come from the mouth of the cirque, to the south, and circled around them, and Wolf didn’t have the time to look.

Wolf turned his attention to the man himself for clues. The guy had a top-of-the-line rifle that was just as effective in combat as big-game hunting, with a quality, expensive night-vision scope and a high-capacity magazine. What did that say about the man? He could have been military, but he was dressed and equipped more like a well-to-do hunter, with Cabela’s and Carhartt labels on his clothing. No military-issue knife, boots, or camo either. No military-issue anything, really.

“What are we going to do?” Jack asked.

Wolf looked through the night-vision display once again and scanned the low saddle on top of the pass to the west. Nothing.

The cirque entrance, where they’d entered on the trail, was devoid of movement, too.

Nobody.

Wolf had to make a call, and the stakes had never been higher. Fear for his son raced through his veins with a stomach-quivering intensity. He wasn’t used to feeling such emotion, any emotion, in battle. And he wasn’t kidding himself for a second—he was deep in the battle of his life at the moment. Clenching his jaw, Wolf let his fear morph into a calm hatred for the men threatening his son.

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