"Keep going, it should be just ahead."
"Boss, c'mon, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. You sure that old fool wasn't just talking shit?"
"Trust me, telling us where his friends vacationed probably didn't seem too big a reveal."
It was pitch black as Falconi scanned the green below him, looking for any chink of evidence as to the exact whereabouts of the cabin. "We're nearly there, there's the waterfall. Drop us closer. I'll try and pick something up on the thermal camera."
Moments later his eyes lit up, the way a predators do when they lock onto their prey. "Gotcha. Hey. George, drop her a little lower. You four, prepare to engage. I want him alive. The girl too."
As the chopper hovered just feet above the canopy, Falconi's elite guards rappelled silently.
The four approached the sleepy cabin, with Chad Suarez, or 'Sarge', to his men, leading the way. Suarez had three Tours behind him and a dishonourable discharge to his name for shooting dead an Iraqi informant, who had become 'expendable and too dangerous to let go'. The perfect recruit for Falconi.
Suarez raised a palm to stop the group. He cast an eye over the two figures asleep on the bed. He knew this had to be quick and precise. No casualties. No mistakes. Falconi's orders. As the remaining men took up positions covering the exits, Suarez threw the smoke grenade.
Within seconds, a gut-wrenching scream came from the bedroom.
The men made their move.
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The Ghost
Science-FictionA cure to save millions. Or a tool to create devastation. If only Junior Researcher Ryan Elliot could have known what dangers he would place all of those around him in upon revealing his big breakthrough, maybe he'd have thought twice about it. But...
