Hot Soldier's Chase by Cindy Dees

Author:Cindy Dees [Dees, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780996088435
Published: 2017-10-16T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Dammit, Kimberly. Where are you?” Tex called low. He didn’t have time to play these games with her. A second’s panic hit him. What if she had called his bluff and walked off into the jungle by herself? He moved quickly toward her last position to commence tracking her.

He let out a relieved huff when she crawled sheepishly out from under a bush.

“I thought you were the rebels,” she confessed.

He shook his head in disgust. “They’re long gone, the bastards.”

“So what was that noise?”

“A jaguar. Probably smelled the blood from the dead guy and came to investigate.”

She glanced around in consternation. “There are jaguars out here?”

“Yeah. Not many, but they’re here, all right.”

She shuddered visibly. “Now what?”

“Now we track down the rifle. Any luck with the phone?” he asked.

“Yes. I talked to a Colonel Foley.”

Just hearing his commander’s name made him feel better. He and Kimberly were overdue for a good break. Eagerly he asked, “What’d he say?”

“He said he’d position the team in theater by tonight. As soon as you get an exact position fix, contact him with it.”

Disappointment coursed through Tex. “He couldn’t locate us from the cell phone?”

Kimberly shook her head. “He said something about it not having a triangulation capability.”

“Too bad. Did he have any instructions for me?”

She answered reluctantly. “He said you’re to go after the rifle and get it back. As soon as we figure out where we are, he’ll send in some guys to pick me up and help you.”

Tex nodded grimly. Just as he’d thought. Getting that gun back was a top priority. At least he still had the clip. It would take the rebels a couple days and a good weapon smith to fashion a new clip for it. He had to stop the rifle from falling into the wrong hands. The hands of people who’d take it apart and learn how to duplicate its amazing technology.

He glanced at his stolen watch. “It’s about noon. We’ve still got plenty of daylight left to track the rebels.”

“Wonderful,” Kimberly rumbled under her breath.

“Let’s see if we can lift anything else useful off the dead guy’s body.”

Kimberly grimaced.

He didn’t particularly enjoy poking through a dead man’s pockets, either, but anything they looted could be useful.

Flies were starting to buzz around the corpse as they approached it. It didn’t take long for Mother Nature to claim back her own out here. With a shudder of horror, Kimberly stood well back and let him do the honors.

She was authorized to be grossed out. She’d held up shockingly well through the morning, first on that long run and later climbing the cliff. He’d never have guessed a spoiled little rich girl like her could gut it out like that.

Methodically he stripped and searched the corpse. He took off the guy’s camouflage fatigue shirt. Too small for him, but it would work for Kimberly. A cigarette lighter. Half a pack of smokes.

“This guy’s carrying Gavronese cigarettes,” he commented.

“Great! At least we know what country we’re in now,” she responded dryly.

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