Chapter 29
(Harm's POV)
The Capt. Just briefed everyone and now we're boarding the helos that will transport us within a radius of a mile or so to the terrorists.
From there we have to contrive a defense from about thirty men, all armed. It seems that base security has already zeroed in on them, but since Mac is being held hostage they can't just zap them or whatever they normally do. Besides, I'd be disappointed if I couldn't get my hands around some of their filthy little necks. And, the Captain would like to interrogate some of them afterwards if at all possible.
All I can really think of though at this point is Mac out there with those -----. Alright, I won't say what I wanted to.
Twenty minutes later? (wish I had Mac's timing.)
We are landing as quickly and quietly as possible. The way these SEALS operate makes me look like a klutz. *And I thought I was good at sneaking around!* The CO of this unit is a Lt. Com. Goldberg, and he's motioning for his squad to disperse into their positions. I have been told to stick next to him and copy his actions lest I reveal myself.
Basically the plan is to close in and play sniper. Knocking off as many as possible before we have to go into hand-hand combat. I'm fairly good at the rifle, but I've only been given a pistol. They obviously don't trust my long-shot abilities, which, even though I hate to admit it, is probably a good thing. I haven't done much long-range shooting in awhile.
For awhile we are crawling on our stomachs to the encampment, which is extremely painful for me because of my wound. But, the thought of Mac with those ------ keeps me going. I can't leave her there like that. Who knows what they did to her. I've lost my dad, and Diane, and I WILL NOT lose Mac. Not again.
We halt finally, and after about five minutes, a shower of bullets comes raining down on the camp, but I can't see much from my location. Every prayer I've ever said in my life goes rushing through my head as I plead with my Creator for Mac's safety. Suddenly a bullet whizzes in our direction and goes right through the sight on Goldberg's rifle, and right into his eye. He falls over, killed instantly.........
A/N: What will they do with out their CO?
(Harm's POV)
The Capt. Just briefed everyone and now we're boarding the helos that will transport us within a radius of a mile or so to the terrorists.
From there we have to contrive a defense from about thirty men, all armed. It seems that base security has already zeroed in on them, but since Mac is being held hostage they can't just zap them or whatever they normally do. Besides, I'd be disappointed if I couldn't get my hands around some of their filthy little necks. And, the Captain would like to interrogate some of them afterwards if at all possible.
All I can really think of though at this point is Mac out there with those -----. Alright, I won't say what I wanted to.
Twenty minutes later? (wish I had Mac's timing.)
We are landing as quickly and quietly as possible. The way these SEALS operate makes me look like a klutz. *And I thought I was good at sneaking around!* The CO of this unit is a Lt. Com. Goldberg, and he's motioning for his squad to disperse into their positions. I have been told to stick next to him and copy his actions lest I reveal myself.
Basically the plan is to close in and play sniper. Knocking off as many as possible before we have to go into hand-hand combat. I'm fairly good at the rifle, but I've only been given a pistol. They obviously don't trust my long-shot abilities, which, even though I hate to admit it, is probably a good thing. I haven't done much long-range shooting in awhile.
For awhile we are crawling on our stomachs to the encampment, which is extremely painful for me because of my wound. But, the thought of Mac with those ------ keeps me going. I can't leave her there like that. Who knows what they did to her. I've lost my dad, and Diane, and I WILL NOT lose Mac. Not again.
We halt finally, and after about five minutes, a shower of bullets comes raining down on the camp, but I can't see much from my location. Every prayer I've ever said in my life goes rushing through my head as I plead with my Creator for Mac's safety. Suddenly a bullet whizzes in our direction and goes right through the sight on Goldberg's rifle, and right into his eye. He falls over, killed instantly.........
A/N: What will they do with out their CO?