Zeus and Io - Books 1 and 2
Copyright 2012,2013 by Harry Carton
Chapter 27
Alpha 1
Monday, Memorial Day – Morning / Afternoon
Alpha 1 was a better than average shooter. MUCH better than average. But he wasn't a sniper. He lined up his shot on the passenger who'd gotten out to relieve himself.
"You're gonna meet your maker with your pecker in your hand," he thought to himself, with a chuckle.
He took the shot and cursed. The son of a bitch leaned back at that exact instant to say something to his friend. The shot hit him in the shoulder instead of the middle of his chest. The passenger staggered for a second, then lunged toward the car's back seat.
Alpha 1 had chambered another round and was taking aim at the target's side – that was all he could do with the man draped over the side of the car. Before he could shoot, the terrorist's body jerked violently toward the front of the car and the windshield was awash in his brain matter. He quickly scanned to his right and found the driver's side also covered in blood. He couldn't see anything.
Bringing his rifle up he began to search the area behind the car for another shooter.
This has to be the Gold Level Navy NCO we're been looking for. Son of a bitch is a good shooter, that's for sure, he thought.
He found the Hummer and the unusual lump on its roof. He saw the business end of a rifle buck and the muzzle blast come out of the end of the gun. A fraction of a second later he heard the suppressed cough of the shot, as a branch of the tree below and to the right of him exploded in splinters. He flinched involuntarily and lost the Hummer in his sights. When he looked again, it was not to be seen. He thought about his chances of finding the target again. They were not good. If the guy just stayed with the Hummer, he'd be far away before Alpha 1 could even get to his car. The only chance he had was if the guy decided to swim out. He was a Navy guy, so he must be a pretty good swimmer. Maybe he'd figure that he'd be safer in the water, or under the water.
He pulled out his map. Where would he go if he was trying to swim out and get away? The golf course? No, you'd be too conspicuous. Here, he thought, fingering a spot on the map – near Reedy Lake was a nice isolated road. He could get to Reedy Lake well before a swimmer could. He could run overland. True, it was running through the swampy, overgrown woods. While he wasn't a very good sniper, he was very good at the obstacle course.
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