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Chapter 1; Hit and Run.
Dusk was falling on the Wyoming farm; its occupants were doing the evening task, unaware of the events that were about to happen. For the newest member of the family, that had just arrived this afternoon, had begun a chain reaction.
The last light's of the day could be seen in the western sky, but it didn't shed any light on the ground around the valley were the farm was situated.
A black shape was slowly moving toward the light of the farm, it was a man dressed in camouflage and his face obscured by a Balaclava.
Stone moved slowly, taking care to make no sound and observing the environment, for dangers were not just from nature, but could be from unnatural enemies. In his hands were a silenced H&K UMP 45 submachine gun and an H&K USP 45 CT pistol with a silencer in a drop-down holster. In his tactical west were ammunition and radio gear; if everything worked out as planed there would be no need for the extra ammunition, but Murphy always had other plans.
The only thing that mattered was the objective, which had just arrived this afternoon and loudly protested his new family; Stone had heard the screaming, earlier in the day, through the parabolic mikes that his team had used.
When Stone was a hundred meters from the farm house, he stopped. "Sit rap?" In a low voice.
"Chiron. All clear." The German accent in the voice of Peter Arrsen, came through the radio in Stones ear.
"Poseidon. No sign of movement." The Detroit accent of Tomas Walker.
"Hades. Clear." The Russian accent of Yuri Tarkove.
"Minerva, Hephaestus. No traffic." The female voice of Amanda Nash came over the radio, reporting from the SUV near the drive towards the farm, where she and Carlos Martinez, were stationed.
"Hermes. On Station." The French accent of Andre Durand, reported from the helicopter.
"Hercules. Locked and loaded." The British accent of Adam Kingston, replied onboard the heli.
After hearing his team's replies. Stone took a moment, going over everything in his mind, after this there would be no going back.
"Omega. Repeat, omega." Stone radioed. Meaning that the mission was a go. There were no answers.
Wanting a report on the situation in the house. "Minerva. What is going on in the house?"
"They finally got him down to sleep. They are worried about this."
"Understood. Radio silence, unless company."
The seven clicks on the radio meant the team was ready.
Approaching the farm house like wraith, Stone kept out of the light spilling from the windows, until he came to the back door, he used his left had to test the doorknob, it was unlocked. Opening the door slowly, wary of any sound coming from the door or inside the house, looking for any security systems. No sound could be heard as he slipped into the darken kitchen.
Walking softly, as Stone neared the doorway into the living room; he could hear the Van de Kamp couple, talking softly. Stopping a moment to hear what they were saying.
"This is not natural, he has been screaming all day. The only reason the boy slept was that he was exhausted." A female voice said.
"Honey, it will take time for him to feel at home here." A male voice answered.
Stone stepped into the living room and fired two short bursts at the Van de Kamp's, killing the couple instantly; they never saw him or knew of his presents.
Stone secured the rest of the first floor of the farm house, before. "Minerva, Matador. Get here."
"Achilles, we are rolling. E.T.A. two minutes." Minerva came back. "How is the package?"
Stone turned and looked up to the second floor. "In his crib."
Stone ejected the magazine, that had six bullets spend, slamming home a fresh one. Never going up.
Within two minute, a black SUV came into the courtyard of the farm.
Stone stood on the porch, his eyes scanning the surroundings and the SUV.
Two people jumped out of the SUV, both were armed and dressed in tactical clothing.
"Hephaestus, bring my rifle and munitions. Minerva, get the package." Stone ordered without taking his eye from the surroundings, something was nagging him, his instincts screaming.
The Hispanic turned and grabbed an H&K MSG-90, a 20 round magazine, automatic sniper rifle from the back of the SUV with a leupold Mark IV scope, with a drop-down pouch of ammunition.
While the woman, which had a distinct Meditation origin, ran into the house.
Stone placed his submachine gun on his back, taking the rifle and ammunition from Matador.
Hephaestus had a Colt M4A1 assault rifle, took up a position where he could cover the driveway and get quickly to the SUV.
Stone strapped the ammo pouch to his thigh, after lock and loading the rifle.
He had just placed the stock to his shoulder, holding the rifle in ready position.
"Minion, Minion. Advancing past Chiron position. Repeat, Minion, Minion."
Stone curse to himself.
"Minion, Minion. Passing past Poseidon. Repeat, Minion, Minion."
"Minion, Minion. Driving by Hades. Repeat, Minion, Minion."
Stone knew the bad came in three's.
"Hermes, get here now. Minerva, just the package. Hercules, you time to shine." Stone voice betrayed no fear or frustration. "We got less than five minutes."
Hephaestus ran to the SUV, grabbed a pair of explosive charges and placed them on the vehicle.
"Dios nos libre." Hephaestus crossed himself.
Minerva ran into the house and up the stairs, when she enters the room where the package was, lying in his crib.
"Hi, baby." Minerva's voice was soft, she leaned over the cribbed. The package looking at her with unblinking eyes. The young eyes seem to be evaluating her; the eye had wisdom beyond their year.
"William, we are here to protect you. Everything is going be …" Minerva voice faded out was her radio came to life.
"Minion, Minion. Advancing past Chiron position. Repeat, Minion, Minion."
"Minion, Minion. Passing past Poseidon. Repeat, Minion, Minion."
"Minion, Minion. Driving by Hades. Repeat, Minion, Minion."
Then the voice of Achilles. "Hermes, get here now. Minerva, just the package. Hercules, you time to shine."
Minerva, scooped up the boy, grabbing a blanket as she ran out of the room.
"Chiron, Poseidon, Hades. Disperse; we will meet again in three days, at the safe house."
"Ja, chef." Chiron replied
"Will do, boss." Poseidon said.
"Da, boss." Hades voice came over the radio.
Achilles could hear the rotors of helicopter, as it neared the farm.
"Hermes, land behind the house."
"Qui, mon capitaine."
The Minerva came out of the house, and for the first time Achilles, took his eyes of his surrounding.
Taking in the woman, in combat gear, armed to the teeth, holding an infant. "Get in the front seat of the copter when it land, the only thing that matters now, is getting the package away."
As the MH-6 Little Bird, landed behind the farmhouse, three SUV turned into the driveway towards the house.
Minerva ran to the helicopter, Achilles and Hephaestus, slightly behind her covering, her and her cargo.
On a bench, Hercules was strapped to, along the fuselage left side. Holding a M240B, 7.62mm machinegun.
Achilles closed the door after Minerva, the strapped into the bench on the right side of the chopper, while Hephaestus was on the left side with Hercules.
First of the coming SUV, was pulling up beside the teams abandon SUV.
"Hephaestus, blow it." Achilles screamed as, Hercules started firing on the coming SUV's. The small helicopter taking to the air.
The explosion of the SUV destroyed the first incoming SUV, but Stone knew that the occupants would not be killed. Hercules machinegun was blasting away at the second SUV.
Achilles had his eyes on the third, seeing an occupant jumping out of the back, and then turning around to take out a Stinger missile launcher.
Achilles rifle was already at firing position, and he pulled the trigger, first round hitting the target in center mass, second a head shot, third went into the grip stock of the launcher. Three hits from a moving helicopter, from 300 meters away.
Then the copter went over the hill.
The MH-6 Little Bird, flew away from the Wyoming farmhouse, putting as much distance as it could, and as fast as it could. They had to go to plan B.
In the cockpit of the Little Bird, Minerva held the package, she had to admire the boy, during the commotion he had not made a sound and even now, he was observing everything calmly. The she looked out the front window, and saw the ground screaming by. Hermes was piloting the copter at nap to earth, at ten feet.
Minerva turned the boy around so he could see out. A happy gurgle came from the boy and a grin light up his.
There were no discussions among the team.
The helicopter landed a hundred kilometers away from the Wyoming farmhouse, where two cars were waiting for them, a minivan and a SUV.
Achilles jumped of as soon as the helicopter skids touched the ground, running towards the road to the lookout, taking up a cover position.
The blades of the copter had begun to slowdown as Hermes shutdown the copter.
Minerva climbed out of the cockpit and walked towards the minivan, reaching under the front wheel base where a key was hidden. Opening the car and placing the boy in a car seat.
Placing her pistol on the roof of the car. Then stripped off the tactical gear.
She dressed in jeans and a shirt. Then put on a shoulder holster, where she placed her H&K P2000SK. And a jacket to hide the hardware, four extra magazine on her belt, plus two in the holster. Taking the tactical clothing and west, throwing them in the helicopter as Hermes, stepped out.
"Elle a été un tour doux:" He said as he place a explosive charge in the copter. Then he ran to the SUV.
Minerva walked back to the minivan, checking on the boy, which had fallen asleep.
She placed her MP7A1 under the passenger seat in front of the minivan. Taking of her cap, and putting her black shoulder length hair in a low ponytail. Then settled down to wait for Achilles.
Achilles watched the road up to the lookout, knowing that his team was changing into civilian clothing. After a few minute, Hephaestus ran to him and clapped on Achilles shoulder. Hercules had take up a position closer to the two vehicles.
Achilles, ran to the minivan, coming to the back of it. He stripped down his gear and weapons. Dressing in civilian clothing, jeans and shirt, then putting on a shoulder holster, where he placed his H&K USP Tactical 45, minus the silencer. Four magazines on his belt and two in the holster. Stone then took another USP out of a case in the car and put is in a holster at the small of his back. A jacked to hide the hardware and six extra magazines in the pocket of the jacket.
He walked over to the SUV, with the MSG-90 and UMP, plus the ammunitons for them.
Durand was waiting for him, taking the weapons from him.
"Hermes, we will meet up in three day." Stone said before he walked back to the minivan.
Hercules and Hephaestus, ran back to the SUV.
Stone got into the minivan, started it. The reached under his seat, checking if the MP7A1 was still there, along with its magazines.
Stone looked over to Nash.
She handed him a wedding ring, she had already slipped on hers.
They cover was that of a married couple, traveling with their son.
Stone drove out of the lookout, heading east.
Nash looked at the boy. "He is asleep."
"Good, we will have to drive the long way around. Into Idaho, down to Nevada, then though Utah and into Colorado." Stone said.
Nash turned to Stone. "The the plan calls for … The safe house in Arkansas!"
"We are not going to the safe house."
"But Zeus, said …" Nash tried to say.
Stone took a deep breath. "I don't trust Zeus, I don't trust anyone, but you."
Nash had known Stone was paranoid. "But what about Hercules, you have worked together for eight years?"
"He is a good man, and in every instant but this, he would have my complete trust." Stones voice betrayed a hint of regret. "I am getting the boy, to safety. An relative of mine is involved in a project in Colorado; he can get the boy to safety. He has no ties to the Consortium or our organization."
For a long while Nash just looked at Stone, this was the second time he had not told his team the truth, at least not all of it. Only she knew of the first.
"Michael, you know I am with you all the way. But why? Why, now?"