Tom Clancy’s Ghost Recon: Choke Point by Peter Telep

Author:Peter Telep
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2012-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

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Ross told Pepper to bring Takana over to the office area while the gas was still clearing out. There, they shoved the pilot into a chair and Ross spoke evenly. “We’ll be turning you over to your own government. At best, you’ll get life imprisonment for aiding and abetting an international terrorist organization. At worst, they’ll execute you.”

“I’m just a pilot.”

“Yeah, a pilot who flies stolen rocket launchers.”

“I fly boxes of pipes and flanges.”

Ross hunkered down to level his gaze on the man. “Bakri, listen to me. If you help us, I can guarantee you immunity. I’m talking no jail time at all.”

“I don’t believe you. Who are you?”

“Excuse me, can I have a word?”

The question had come from Maziq, who’d returned to the warehouse. Ross shifted away toward the entrance, and they lowered their voices. “I still don’t like this. We shouldn’t have intercepted them here. We should’ve let him take off and tracked the shipment electronically.”

“Sorry, bro, but like I told you, I wasn’t taking that risk. Not with those weapons.”

“Yeah, well, now if his shipment doesn’t show up on time—”

“I understand that. So are you here to criticize or help?”

“I can get him to cooperate, but you might not like it.”

“We’re Ghosts. And we do not torture our prisoners. Right now, I just need him to fly the plane. He needs to make it look like business as usual.”

Maziq nodded. “I’m not talking about physical torture.” Maziq pulled an envelope from his cargo pants and shoved it into Ross’s hands. “We found Takana’s wife and two girls back in Sudan, in Khartoum.”

Ross closed his eyes for a moment and swore. “Do we have to go there?”

“Hey, man, my team just gathers the intel. It’s always your call.” Maziq sighed and stepped away, speaking into a radio he’d been holding, checking in on the NLA troops monitoring airport security.

Ross opened the envelope and examined the photographs of the woman and her two daughters, surveillance photos taken of them while they’d been shopping along a busy city street.

He looked up at Takana, then back at the photos. Then he checked his watch. Well, they didn’t have time for long and sensible arguments that might win over the man.

With a surge of adrenaline, Ross marched back to the pilot, shoved the photos in the man’s face, and said, “I don’t think I need to say anything else, except . . . will you please help us.”

Takana glanced at the photos, a sheen coming into his eyes. He looked up and said, “I fly the cargo to Port Sudan. I don’t ask questions. Sometimes I fly drugs, money shipments, sometimes weapons. I land, I hand off the cargo, and I fly back. For this they pay me very well.”

“Who are they?”

“I don’t know their names. They tell me nothing. I’m paid at the warehouse, usually by a courier. If there’s a boss there, I don’t know who he is.”

“Will you fly us to Sudan?” asked Ross.

“If that’s what you want.

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