Game of Drones by Rick Jones & Rick Chesler

Author:Rick Jones & Rick Chesler [Jones, Rick & Chesler, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (v5), Military, Mystery, Politics, Science Fiction, Spy, Suspense, Thriller, War
Amazon: B00KH11U4M
Publisher: Speargun Publishing
Published: 2014-05-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

OUTCAST Facility

Beneath the first level of the meeting and communications rooms lay the armory, a weapons chamber that was encased by two inches of titanium. The door was electronically operated by a keypad code, and strips of motion-activated LED lighting ran along the ceiling, casting whitish glow over a table with disassembled pieces of MP-5 submachine guns scattered over its surface.

Nay, Liam and Dante were dismantling and reassembling the armaments, checking them for possible malfunctions and wear, and making sure that they were primed and without fault when the call came down from Tanner for them to move—should the order come down at all.

So far Shazad and his team remained as ghostly as the Reapers that terrorized the skies.

Liam finished up by oiling the rails, wiping away the excess oil with a chamois cloth, racking the weapon, and adjusting the gun sights. Satisfied the action on the weapon was smooth, he set the gun aside.

Then he addressed his colleagues. "Congratulations,” he said openly.

At first Nay and Dante didn’t know what Liam was talking about until the ex-SEAL tilted his chin in the direction of Nay’s hand, more specifically at the ring on her finger. “I didn’t think Chance had it in him to break down and propose.”

Nay set aside the weapon she was working on and raised her hand against the light, then spread her fingers to showcase the ring. The stone's facets glimmered with iridescent blends of rainbow hues, the diamond a magnificent piece of jewelry. Yet she could not feel the overwhelming elation she did the night before when Chance slipped it over her finger. She should have been on top of the world. Instead, her mood had been dampened by the horrific sequence of current events.

Her eyes were downcast as she spoke. “Today should have been one of the happiest days of my life,” she said, never taking her eyes off the gemstone. “But with all that's going on . . .” She allowed her words to trail, but her mind echoed her thoughts very distinctly. The sky should be blue and not full of black smoke. And the sun should be bright, not dimmed by the haze of destruction.

“I’m happy for you both,” Liam stated softly and lightly. “I really am.”

“Thank you.”

Nay walked away from the table to a connecting room that housed explosives that were currently maintained in a dormant state with their pins, fuses and detonators removed. This was her playroom, her wares and toys.

During her time as an ATF-Special Agent, Naomi ‘Nay’ Washington was at the head of her class when it came to explosives, especially improvised explosive devices or IEDs. With brewing troubles in the Middle-East where insurgents had fallen in love with the IED as their primary weapon, and with the potential of terror cells implementing IEDs on American soil, she had become the expert-at-hand in the disengagement of such weaponry. Over the years she had witnessed the evolution of the bombs and the high-tech progress of their detonation systems,

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