SEAL Team Bravo 03: Strike on Iran by Eric Meyer

Author:Eric Meyer [Meyer, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00E8KBGFQ
Publisher: Swordworks
Published: 2013-07-28T23:00:00+00:00

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They watched, and they waited. The men hid the dead bodies in a shallow recess behind the shepherd’s hut. It looked as if it had seen use as some kind of a sheep dip. In the bottom was a pool of filthy water, a couple of feet deep, but it was enough. If they came looking for their men before the Seals were long gone, they’d be finished anyway. They piled the uniforms inside the stinking, ruined hut.

“Shouldn’t be long now,” Talley muttered, as much to himself as to anyone else. They had an hour before dawn. If the reinforcements didn’t pull out soon, it would be too late. Nolan checked his watch. Fifty-five minutes until dawn.

“Where the fuck is the Reaper?” Brad grumbled.

No one replied. The prospect of the coming dawn finding them stuck out there with open desert one way, and a heavily defended village the other, was not something to discuss. If it happened, they’d be dead.

“Did you hear that? Someone is shooting.”

They looked at Abdul. He was looking in the direction of Mashhad.

“You sure?” Talley asked him.

“Yes, I’m certain. I can hear gunfire.”

They all looked in the direction of Mashhad, and then they saw it. The Iranians were putting up an intense triple-A barrage. At the last moment, their air defense radars had detected the incoming MQ9-Reaper. The sky to the west was lit up with the fireflies of tracer rounds as they hammered up, seeking out the incoming UAV. They all missed.

The roar of explosions reached them, as a pair of AGM-114 Hellfire II laser guide missiles bored in at a speed of Mach 1.3 and detonated their twenty pounds warheads into the Pasdaran barracks. Then two more, and two more hit. Even at a distance of several miles, the noise was incredible, the hammering of he anti-aircraft fire, the explosions of the Hellfires, flames leaping into the air.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like a fucking war’s broken out,” Will murmured. “If they don’t go for that, they can’t be human.”

The Reaper controller, working from a cozy office in Creech Air Force base in the Nevada desert, knew their business. He or she spaced out the missiles to create the maximum panic and disruption. It took the Pasdaran commander in Goldiz little more than five minutes to make up his mind.

“They’re moving out!” Vince shouted gleefully, as a convoy of trucks moved out of Goldiz and picked up speed to drive past their position, heading for Mashhad.

“We’re almost out of time,” Meir pointed out, his face grim. We have less than twenty minutes before it starts to get light. And that village is defended by a strong force of Pasdaran. It’s all for nothing. That attack’s a waste of time. We need to get out of here before they come back.”

A silence descended on the group of Seals. Talley stared at the Israeli.

“Mister, I don’t know what your problem is, but when you’re a Seal, twenty minutes is as good as a lifetime. Saddle up, men, we’re going in.

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