SEAL Team Bravo by Eric Meyer

Author:Eric Meyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swordworks & Miro Books

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“Helicopter, right overhead.”

Joe nodded to John-Wesley. “I hear you. Hold tight. This is going to be a tad bumpy.”

He left the narrow forest trail and steered into the trees, just as the first shot slammed into the cab, and then another. Grace screamed, and Joe cursed as he steered for a denser patch of woodland.

“The bastards, they’re using heavy caliber rounds. That was a .50 cal, unless I miss my guess. The bastards mean business.” Under his breath he mumbled, “They want to kill us.”

He concentrated on threading through the narrow openings between the trees. The truck plunged through dense foliage, at times barely scraping through gaps between the trunks of trees, gaps that didn’t look big enough to allow a motorcycle through. The bodywork made grinding noises as it squeezed past, and they were into a clearing. Two more shots smacked into the cab. The first smashed the windshield and showered them with fragments of glass. The second shot hit something solid. Human flesh, and Joe cried out in pain. Then he slumped, as they were about to get under cover of the forest canopy.

The truck slewed out of control and passed through another narrow gap between two trees. They careered into the dense wood for several yards, and out of the corner of his eye Ryder saw they were heading for a massive trunk. He was still trying to rouse Joe to get the truck back under control, but he was unmoving, and he said to Grace, “No pulse, I think he’s dead. Help me. Hurry, before we hit the…”

The Ford slammed into the tree and stopped dead with a force that threw Grace though the shattered windshield. Ryder slammed against the dashboard, with one arm still held around Joe. The force of the impact tossed him around, and his head struck the roof of the cab. He saw Grace tumbling across the ground and Joe’s head lying at an impossible angle. His neck had broken when the dead weight of his body whiplashed and snapped the vertebrae. A split second later, he blacked out. His last conscious recollection was the roar of the helicopter engine overhead, and he wondered if they were about to join Joe in death. Torn apart in a fusillade of .50 caliber bullets.

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