Remington started for the door.
“Good luck, Captain.” Felix waved, then switched his attention back to the computer.
Local Time 0631 Hours
Remington clambered into his Hummer, started the engine, and backed out of the parking area. Then he stopped. Felix’s midnight blue Mercedes was parked in front of him.
Uncertainty wove a tangled web inside the captain. He was jealous of Goose, and he recognized the potential for a split pull in the command because the first sergeant was so popular, but Goose was his to deal with. No one else had that right.
And no one else is going to tell me what to do or how to do it.
The fact that the satellites had been jammed without anyone’s knowledge bothered him too. The feeds came through Carpathia’s corporations. Remington didn’t know how people there could miss the fact that they were being jammed. The fail-out and recovery had gone on all night, usually lasting for only minutes at a time.
Then Felix had called and demanded a meeting this morning. Another attempt to tell Remington how to do his business.
Snarling an oath, Remington turned the Hummer’s wheel a little and released the clutch. The Hummer surged forward, and the reinforced bumper slid across the Mercedes’s right rear quarter panel. The luxury car’s fender caved instantly, and the security system alarm blared.
Remington experienced momentary satisfaction with the destruction when he imagined Felix’s discomfiture, but that quickly faded. Several important resources were at risk in Harran. He had to find a way to save what he could.
With any luck, Goose would be buried in that cellar Lieutenant Swindoll had assigned him.
14
United States 75th Army Rangers Outpost
Harran
Sanliurfa Province, Turkey
Local Time 0628 Hours
By the time Chaplain Miller hurried back down the basement stairs, Goose was almost ready to crawl out of his own skin. He’d been pacing for the last twenty minutes in an effort to burn off the excess energy that filled him. In the last seven minutes, the outpost had come alive. Screaming Klaxons and the sound of grinding equipment invaded the basement.
The lantern jumped all the time now.
Miller breathed rapidly and blood suffused his face. “The Syrians are coming.”
“The lieutenant knows?”
“Yes. I was in his office trying to persuade him to come see you when we got the news.”
“How bad is it?”
“They’re throwing everything at us but the kitchen sink.”
Fear swarmed Goose for a moment, but he wasn’t thinking of himself. The 75th had some old-timers in the unit, like him, but there was a lot of young blood too. Iraq hadn’t prepared them for what they’d seen these last few weeks. He knew because he’d buried them.
Goose shook his head in disbelief. “They’re catching us flatfooted. How’d they get so close?”
“They jammed the communications relays to the satellites.”
“We haven’t had sat-recon?”
“Not for hours.”
“Swindoll should have known this was coming. Captain Remington should have known.”
“The systems out here haven’t been reliable all the time.”
“You never trust hardware 100 percent. Swindoll should have known that.”
“He’s today’s army.” Miller frowned.
“The army’s got a lot of tech backing it these days. Good stuff. But too many of these kids rely on the toys too much.” Goose blew out his breath in disgust. “It’s not completely their fault. The brass puts too much stock in them too. But we’re in a fix now.”
Miller focused on Goose. “You knew they were coming.”
“I thought they were.”
“From the lantern.”
Goose nodded. “Heavy armor can come quietly sometimes, but the vibrations still give them away.”
“The lantern’s movements could have been caused by vehicles moving around here.”
“Could have been. But it turns out it wasn’t.” Goose headed up the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Miller hurried to catch up.
“Out. There’s a lot of boys out there who are going to be in trouble.”
“The lieutenant hasn’t released you.”
Goose ignored that. He banged on the door. The eye reappeared.
“Get back in your hole, Sarge,” the guard snarled.
“The Syrian army’s coming.” Goose mustered his full voice. “I’m not going to be down here when those troops arrive.”
“Until I get different orders, you’re staying there.”
“Goose,” Miller said, “maybe-”
Goose slammed a shoulder into the door. The cheap lock fractured and fell apart. Propelled by his strength and weight, the door swung out and caught the guard flush, driving him from his feet. The harsh sunlight made Goose wince in pain as he stepped outside.
A second guard pointed his M-4A1 at Goose while the first guard tried to get to his feet. “Take another step and I’m going to shoot you.”
“You or the Syrians,” Goose said. “Either way, I’m not dying down there. Not today.” He pointed at the nearby jeep. “I’m going to walk over there and get my gear. If you feel like you have to shoot, I’ll understand. But just so we’re clear here, I have to get that gear.”
The familiar ratchet of assault rifles charging reached Goose’s ears. Several Rangers surrounded the basement. Goose knew he couldn’t escape them all. But he couldn’t stand idly by either.
“Nobody’s going to shoot you, Goose,” Sergeant Mack Theissen stated. He was in his early thirties and had been in the Rangers since high school. Lean and leather-faced, he’d seen action in Africa, Kosovo, and Afghanistan. “With what we got coming at us, the last place you need to be is out of the action. These boys are about to realize the error of their ways and stand down.” He paused and looked at the soldier holding the rifle on Goose. “Ain’t that right?”
With obvious reluctance, the soldier lowered his weapon. “Sure. Just following orders.”
“I get that, Private,” Theissen said. “Why don’t you and your buddy go follow orders someplace else? The real soldiers here got a job to do.”
The two guards beat a hasty retreat.
Goose crossed to the jeep and got his gear. He strapped on his Kevlar vest, helmet, and sidearm, then picked up the M-4A1 and settled it comfortably in his arms.
“I appreciate what you did, Mack,” Goose said quietly, “but when Remington finds out about it, things might not go so easy on you.”
Theissen grinned. “Yeah, I figured that out all by myself. But this whole invading Syrian force kinda put me off my feed anyway. The captain being mad at me? I can deal with it. I’ll get someone to bring me a deck of cards in the brig and start working on my pension.”
Goose couldn’t help but grin a little. “Thanks.”
“What we got coming at us, we need every able-bodied man.”
“How bad is it?”
“Plenty bad. This is a major effort. They’re hoping to claim some serious real estate today.”
“We’re not in a position to stop them.”
“No. Best we can do is try to get everybody out safe.”
Goose filled his BDUs with extra magazines for the rifle, then strapped on a bandolier. He checked to make certain the water bladder on his LCE was full as the morning heat baked into him.
Antiaircraft guns mounted behind sandbags screamed to life.
Goose glanced at the sky and spotted four fighter jets streaking toward Harran. Missiles jumped from the wings.
“Incoming!”
Men dove for cover wherever they could find it. Many of them faded into the alleys between the buildings.
“Stay away from the windows!” Goose roared as he ran toward a young private who had taken shelter near the closed electronics store next door to the house where he’d been kept captive. “Stay away from the glass!”
The private looked up as Goose closed on him. Goose grabbed the younger man by the sleeve of his BDUs and yanked him to his feet. They ran deeper into the alley.
Theissen picked up Goose’s instruction.