Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Extract
About the Publisher
Chapter One
Sweat dripped from beneath navy SEAL Big Jake Schulers helmet, down his forehead and into his eyes. He raised a hand to wipe away the salty liquid, blinking to clear his vision.
Their local informant stood at the village entrance, in the Tillabéri region of Niger, talking to a barefoot man dressed in long dusty black pants and a worn button-down gray shirt. They had their heads together and appeared to be talking fast. Several times, the men glanced in the SEAL teams direction.
Whats Dubaku doing? Jake asked into his mic.
Hes only supposed to be checking that the village is clear, before we move on, Harmon Harm Payne said. You heard the brief. Were on a recon mission. Were not to engage.
Military Intelligence had gotten wind that Abu Nuru al-Waseka, the head of the ISIS faction in north central Africa, had been seen in one of the villages farther up the road.
With what little they knew, Jakes SEAL team had deployed from their base of operations in Djibouti to Niger. From there, they hooked up with Dubaku, a member of the Niger Army who had connections with villagers along their route. Their contact had been known to help the army Special Forces unit positioned there to train the Niger armed forces. He was supposed to be a trusted source.
A prickly feeling crawled across the back of Jakes neck. I dont like how long hes been standing there.
Dubaku turned and pointed in Jakes direction.
The man hed been talking to nodded and reentered the small village, disappearing around the side of a hut.
Dubaku left the village and walked along the dusty road until he reached one of the SUVs theyd commandeered from the Special Forces units. The vehicle stood partially hidden in the branches of a group of scraggly trees.
The sun baked the land, making dust out of the soil. Every puff of wind stirred the fine grains of dirt into whirling dervishes.
Using the SUV for cover, Jake hurried to Dubaku. What did you find out?
The villagers havent seen any strangers, Dubaku said.
Jake studied the man.
Dubaku didnt make eye contact. Instead, he alternated between staring at his feet and back at the village. Ashiri went to ask others if they have seen anyone. Dubaku gave a slight bow with his hands pressed together. If you will excuse me, I must relieve myself.
That prickly feeling multiplied when Dubaku left the SUV, walked into the sparsely wooded landscape and disappeared.
I have a bad feeling about this, Jake said. Lets move.
Percy Pitbull Taylor leaned across the cab of the SUV and flung open the passenger door. Get in.
Jake shook his head, his gaze scanning the area and coming back to the village where Ashiri had disappeared. He gripped his rifle in his fists. Ill walk alongside until were past the village. I dont trust Ashiri or Dubaku at this point. Then he spoke into his mic. Diesel, keep a safe distance between the vehicles.
Wilco. Dalton Diesel Landon waited until Pitbull pulled several vehicle lengths ahead.
Graham Buck Buckner climbed out of Diesels vehicle and raised his M4A1 rifle at the ready.
Harm, already on the other side of Pitbulls vehicle, moved forward as the SUV inched along at a slow, steady pace.
Buck and Trace T-Mac McGuire brought up the rear of Diesels SUV. Every SEAL on the ground had an M4A1 carbine rifle with the Special Operations Peculiar Modification (SOPMOD) upgrade. Pitbull and Diesel had their weapons in the SUVs, within easy reach.
At that moment, Jake wished he had an HK MP5 submachine gun with several fully loaded clips. That prickly feeling was getting worse by the minute. Jake didnt see the normal congregation of women and children outside the huts. In fact, since theyd arrived outside the village, those people who had been hanging around had all disappeared.
Lets move a little faster, Jake urged. The village appears to be a ghost town.
Somethings up, Harm agreed.
I thought this was supposed to be a routine fact-finding mission, T-Mac said.
Dont engage, they said. Buck mimicked the intel officer whod briefed them in Djibouti. Well, what if they engage us first?
Thats when all bets are off. Jakes hold tightened on his rifle.
The lead vehicle had passed the village and was moving along the dirt road leading to the next village when an explosion ripped through the air.
What the hell was that? Diesel asked.
Weve got incoming! Harm yelled. Someones got an RPG and theyre targeting our vehicles.
Another rocket hit the ground fifty yards from where Jake stood. He dropped to a squat and waited for the dust to clear.
When it did, he counted half a dozen men in black garb and turbans rushing toward him, firing AK-47s.
They fired first, Jake said, returning fire. Six Tangos incoming from the west. He took out two and kept firing.
I count five from the east, Harm said from the other side of the SUV. Sounds of gunfire filled the air.
Got a truckload of them coming straight at us on the road, Pitbull said.
I count at least half a dozen comin at us from the rear, T-Mac reported.
Were surrounded, Buck said. Use the SUVs for cover.
The men rolled under the SUVs and fired from beneath.
Guys, get out from under the lead vehicle! Pitbull yelled. Theyre going to ram us!
Jake rolled out from under and kept rolling, staying as low to the ground as he could, firing every time he came back to the prone position. He slipped into a slight depression in the hard-packed dirt and fired at the black-garbed men coming at him.
A loud bang sounded along with the screech of metal slamming into metal.
Giving only the fleetest of glances, Jakes heart plummeted. The lead SUV had been knocked several feet back from where it had been standing. If Harm hadnt made it out in time, he would have been crushed by the ramming enemy truck.
Pitbull? Jake held his breath, awaiting his friends response.
Im good, Pitbull said. Shaken, not stirred. I shot the truck driver before he hit.
Good. Everyone else, Jake said, sound off.
In quick succession, the other four men reported in.
Harm.
T-Mac.
Buck.
Diesel.
A man leaped up from the ground and ran toward Jake.
The navy SEAL fired, cutting him down, only to have another man take his place and rush his position. He pulled the trigger. At the last minute, the attacker swerved right. The bullet nicked him, but didnt slow him down.
Jake pulled the trigger again, only nothing happened. He pushed the release button, and the magazine dropped at the same time as he reached for another. Slamming the full magazine into the weapon, Jake fired point-blank as the man flung himself at Jake.