BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
THEIR LINE OF DRIFT
Maia Dylan
Copyright ? 2016
Sample Chapter
"Come on you slack-jawed, sitting on your hands, total waste of space assholes!" Second Lieutenant Devon Roberts muttered as he stared at the screen of his radio, willing it to respond. He and his team had been holed up in this bombed out derelict building for over thirty-two hours and he was about to flip the fuck out if they didn’t get the go ahead. He had advised them of their target’s visual confirmation more than ten minutes ago.
Devon and the four men who reported to him made up Sniper Team Bravo—a team of specialists whose job it was to deliver highly accurate rifle fire against specific enemy targets that cannot be engaged successfully by the regular infantry because of range, sensitive nature of the target, size, location, or visibility.
At least, that was what the team’s description was on paper.
In reality, when the powers that be had a target they needed eliminated, and it had to be done quickly and with the least amount of collateral damage as possible, they sent in a team like Bravo.
Today’s mission was to be their last, and Dev would be damned if they left this godforsaken desert without taking this bastard out.
As soon as the job was done they were gone, back to base, and then states side in less than a week.
Dev had heard from the lawyer looking after his grandmother’s estate and the house was his.
Bravo team had a plan, and they couldn’t wait to get started.
"LT, these fuckers don’t look like they’re going to hang around for much longer. I can see trucks moving in from the south. Do we have a go, or not?" Marcel asked from the window where he knelt behind his Remington PSR.
"I can see trucks inbound from the south," Maddox warned from his prone position on the floor, his scope set up through the broken window of the room.
"Trucks inbound from the east," Sam called from the other room.
"LT," Glenn “Reaper” Webster said from his kneeling position in front of Maddox.
"If we don't get a mission go on this then all this fucking intel is wasted, and al-Hassad is in the wind.
" His voice remained calm and steady as the man himself, despite the fact he stared down his scope at a man whose life he could end with less than three pounds of pressure on the trigger.
Devon understood his anger, he felt the same way, but if this was going to be a righteous kill shot, then they needed confirmation from base that they were—
Just then the radio clicked. "Sniper Team Bravo, you have a go for target."
Hell yeah!
“Reaper, you have a go. Egress, east stairwell down to the main level, out the back and then three clicks north to the extraction point,” Dev said calmly as he packed his equipment into his pack.
His team then moved into what he called action mode, and the tension seemed to fade from the room.
They were never more calm than when they had a mission to complete and a target to take out.
Reaper and Maddox then went through their targeting sequence dialogue that oddly, Dev found comforting.
Reaper exhaled once and then seemed to slow his breathing to an impossible rate. “Sniper ready.”
Maddox put his eye to the scope he held in front of him and seemed to match his breathing to Glenn’s. “Target, confirmed, 11 o’clock.”
“On target. Range it.”
“Range is 952 yards.”
“952 yards.”
“Wind, three-quarter value, push left by 2.”
Reaper made the appropriate adjustments to his rifle without taking his eye from the scope mounted to the top of it. “On target.”
“Fire when ready.”
The report of Reaper’s Remington RPS sounded through the room. “Hit.”
Maddox held his position for a moment as he stared down his scope.
“Target down, confirmed kill.” Devon was about to move toward the door that led to their egress point when he saw Maddox tense.
“Shit! RPGs! They’ve got fucking RPGs. Incoming!
” Maddox leaped up in a single swift movement, grabbed Reaper by the back of his BDUs, and threw them both against the south wall just as the whistle of an inbound RPG could be heard.
Devon threw himself against the floor, up against the far wall, sending up a quick prayer that all five of them made it out of this alive. Then the world exploded around him.
End of sample chapter