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Arctic Storm

Genre: Action, Romance

Fast Paced, Military, Drama, Retribution

A continuation in the Hell's Reaper's story line <3

RELEASE DATE: Sunday, August 6th

Jackson 'Arctic' Fox, elite sniper within a FORCECON unit, specializing in black ops, comes to familiar territory to settle a debt with a large target. Unable to be in two places at once, he's forced to call in an unlikely favor that'll leave a spark in the cold man's forest. With a month left to settle a score, it's all hands on deck to eliminate a threat to the O'Kane ranch.

Kensey Pratt, military brat with a knack for finding trouble. Always on the lookout for the next big story, she's open to any lead that'll place her in the good graces with her commander. Only when that lead comes from an old flame that's left her burned; how is she to say no when this could be the biggest operation of her career?

With a month on the clock and a spurned heifer and the helm of this op. Things are bound to move quick when new threats arrive in town.

Excerpt:

"Fourth hour, still house, all lights remain off besides master bedroom bathroom; pre-established pattern." Tony, otherwise known as Albert reports over the comms in the silence of night.

"Strings have been attached to windows, Chica's spooked." Tacticool, or Daniel mused out with a smug tone.

"What was it? A week?" Maxxi pad chuckles amused. I smirk from my perch high in the trees, my scope sighted in on the home. Curtains pulled tightly closed, clipped together to keep from accidental glimpses to the inside activities. Not that that matters.

"Keep focused boys Kode expects answers soon. The shows rolling in hot." With cards being kept tight to the unit, it was a silent show... for now.

"Spot lights coming out, pre show starts in a few hours; open house rolls in at dawn, be ready." The cold, rainy night wasn't unsuspecting, not to trained professionals. Weather doesn't stop shows, but this isn't a black op, not that it's a green op. Since it's off the books, who really gives a shit?

"I'd pay to be a little fly on the wall for that screening." Maxxi pad comments with a soft chuckle. Albert laughs amused with that.

"We'll get it all on film, who's to say big bro won't get a nice surprise. When does that ship out to catch fire?" Albert asks and I smirk.

"Boys, we settle first round this morning, next wave washes over once soon enough. You boys gotta be set to play, because have a play." This performance was going to be one of the century.

"Yeah, yeah, Kode wants to run the show." Tacticool jokes easily, the brotherhood strong between us all. It's been over a year since we've served and seen war together; but that doesn't break the bond war gives to your team.

"Kontrol freak keeps it tight." Maxxi pad teases, eager to push Kode. He never learns to tape things up. It's amusing to watch that burn.

"Don't make me whip you into shape again; don't forget who wiped the floor with ya." Dakota announces amused, watching over the feeds on the ranch. Away from the party.

"I let you have that Kontrol, let's get a rematch and see who's getting whipped." Maxxi jibes back.

"Keep your eyes on the prize and I'll think about building your ego Maxxi pad." He chuckles and I can already see his lopsided goofy grin.

"Come on kids, collect your heads." I chuckle, amused with their banter. Chuckles fill the line before things fall silent in wait. It won't be too much longer before the bait is seen. The past week and a half has been fun, paranoia has already set in. Oh the joys of driving a psycho mad.

"Light density in the living room has changed, heat source is noted." Albert remarks, I focus on the room, the dark curtains changed just slightly. Appears someone can't sleep right now.

"Who wants to throw a rock just to make some noise?" Dakota chuckles at that.

"Maxxi, keep it together, no need to get cops out here for some bullet holes in your ass." Tacticool laughs at that.

"I think that'd be a mighty fun call to be getting."

"Things would get messy and I'd have to clean up some brains and some bits of your nasty ass; let's just keep the numbers down." She offers amused. I'm sure she's been thinking of putting a few bullets in his ass too.

"Curtains pulled back, Confirmed sighting of Isadora, holding a handgun- Alfa Defender." I feed intel to Dakota and watch as her dark green eyes peer around, narrowed with unease.

"I wonder how much pressure Chica is feeling, must be a big ole burn." Maxxi pad chuckles softly. Isadora pauses, her body motionless before her head snaps towards the phone, weapon aimed at the simple device.

"Incoming call, get the microphone." I announce, the curtains draw shut, clamped tightly. Not like that's going to be a problem.