Chapter 69
Derek knew he was in for it the instant he heard the Chinook hammering down out of the sky.
It was no gentle approach. One moment there was nothing.
The next there was the great beast of a machine practically standing on its tail to shed speed.
Chance had it silhouetted by the sun behind light clouds, a terrifying image that shot his heart into his throat.
He’d expect the bird to crash on its tail any second.
But it didn’t. Instead, at the last impossible moment, the nose dropped and it settled as lightly as a feather behind the buildings.
He tried to prepare himself.
Abby was coming. And, based on that landing, she was some kind of pissed.
Looking around revealed nowhere private. They had been setting up for a demonstration of the extreme response their vehicles could achieve under crisis conditions. There was no rough driving course here at Stirling Lines, so this first part would be more show and tell and he wanted it to be good.
He didn’t want—
Abby stormed out of the lane between the buildings, using that impossibly quick stride of hers. An SAS security squad jogged alongside. Beale was…being Beale, wholly unreadable.
“Abby, I—”
At five paces, she yanked out her sidearm and shot him in the chest.