the weapon over to Brooks. The sergeant retrieved a second launcher and repeated the process except he opened the sight and clicked the arming lever on. Once he was done, Wu nodded at the officer.
Brooks smiled and said, "On three."
"On three."
"One … two … three!"
Both rockets smashed into the exposed hull of the yacht. The boat erupted into a fireball followed by a secondary explosion from whatever munitions were on board, completely destroying it.
"Holy shit!" Wu stood, shaking his head in awe.
"They must have had an ass load of vodka on board." Brooks stood up and tossed away the useless launcher. "Good shot, Sergeant."
"You too, Captain." He dropped the launch tube and quickly grabbed up his binoculars and scanned the area where the yacht had been. "Bullseye." All he could see was flaming, floating debris and several bodies floating face down. "Scratch a boatload of Russian assholes." Wu handed Brooks back the binoculars. "Whoever owned that yacht, I hope they have insurance."
Brooks nodded and smiled grimly.
"What now, Captain?"
"Well," Brooks wiped some grass off her BDU pants, "I'm sure the other bad guys heard our little send-off, so if I was them, I'd be sending someone to have a look-see."
"Ambush?"
"Yep. Ditch the bikes, and let's find us a good spot to wait."
CHAPTER 24: DID YOU HEAR THAT?
Arkady could vaguely hear the rifle shots that were coming from the lab. As he pushed his way through the dense jungle foliage, he could hear pop after pop from the Germans' rifles. Arkady knew the gunshots would draw more of the damned zombies into the area. That could be a good thing for his team as it would be a major distraction for the Germans and Americans. The Russian was beginning to wish he hadn't taken this Godforsaken job. Killing civilians for their land was an easier, if not as lucrative, gig. Arkady thought the next time a job like this came up, no matter the payday, he would just say no. Suddenly, from behind there was a muffled explosion followed by another. Not the IEDs.
Dimitry stopped in his tracks. "Did you hear that?"
"Fuck your mother!" Yuri cursed. "What was that?"
Arkady shook his head. He already had a feeling what had been the cause of those explosions. He grabbed up his radio and clicked it on. "Renko! Renko, come in." Nothing but static. "Renko … Damn you, answer me!" More static. Arkady cursed and started to hurl his radio but thought better off it. Shaking his head, he turned to the others. "Fucking cowboys," the commander growled. "You two!" He pointed at Iosif and Alona. "Get to the shore and see what's happened to our fucking boat. Radio me as soon as possible."
"Da!" Alona, a powerlifter from Kiev, nodded and grabbed the skin-and-bones Iosif by the back of his collar. "Let's go, Misha!"
"Don't call me Misha, Alona."
"Sorry, little flower." Alona let him go and unslung the large RP-46 machine gun she carried. "Commander, I shall radio you once we are there."
"Good. Move your asses!"
"What about us?" Yuri asked through bloodshot eyes.
"What do you mean?" Arkady growled.
"What if there's no boat?"
"Then we take their plane, idiot!" The commander shook his head. "Where do I get these morons? Kata! Next time your cousin says something stupid, I'm going to shoot him."
"That is fine, Commander," Kata shrugged. "He is only second cousin." Yuri shrunk back a little at that and kept his mouth shut.
"Good?" Arkady raised both his hands palms up and shrugged. "Now we go so we can get fucking paid."
CHAPTER 25: I LOVE GUNS
Jackson grounded the aircraft then began hooking up the fuel hose. Sanchez stood by the truck watching the area around them. It was quiet. Too quiet. The soldier tracked his surroundings with his rifle then dropped it to his chest. He then tapped on his headset.
"How's it lookin’, Gator?"
"Still clear, Poncho. Ain't no deaders around."
"Yeah, yeah." He turned back to watch Jackson’s approach. "Just keep an eye
Brooks smiled and said, "On three."
"On three."
"One … two … three!"
Both rockets smashed into the exposed hull of the yacht. The boat erupted into a fireball followed by a secondary explosion from whatever munitions were on board, completely destroying it.
"Holy shit!" Wu stood, shaking his head in awe.
"They must have had an ass load of vodka on board." Brooks stood up and tossed away the useless launcher. "Good shot, Sergeant."
"You too, Captain." He dropped the launch tube and quickly grabbed up his binoculars and scanned the area where the yacht had been. "Bullseye." All he could see was flaming, floating debris and several bodies floating face down. "Scratch a boatload of Russian assholes." Wu handed Brooks back the binoculars. "Whoever owned that yacht, I hope they have insurance."
Brooks nodded and smiled grimly.
"What now, Captain?"
"Well," Brooks wiped some grass off her BDU pants, "I'm sure the other bad guys heard our little send-off, so if I was them, I'd be sending someone to have a look-see."
"Ambush?"
"Yep. Ditch the bikes, and let's find us a good spot to wait."
CHAPTER 24: DID YOU HEAR THAT?
Arkady could vaguely hear the rifle shots that were coming from the lab. As he pushed his way through the dense jungle foliage, he could hear pop after pop from the Germans' rifles. Arkady knew the gunshots would draw more of the damned zombies into the area. That could be a good thing for his team as it would be a major distraction for the Germans and Americans. The Russian was beginning to wish he hadn't taken this Godforsaken job. Killing civilians for their land was an easier, if not as lucrative, gig. Arkady thought the next time a job like this came up, no matter the payday, he would just say no. Suddenly, from behind there was a muffled explosion followed by another. Not the IEDs.
Dimitry stopped in his tracks. "Did you hear that?"
"Fuck your mother!" Yuri cursed. "What was that?"
Arkady shook his head. He already had a feeling what had been the cause of those explosions. He grabbed up his radio and clicked it on. "Renko! Renko, come in." Nothing but static. "Renko … Damn you, answer me!" More static. Arkady cursed and started to hurl his radio but thought better off it. Shaking his head, he turned to the others. "Fucking cowboys," the commander growled. "You two!" He pointed at Iosif and Alona. "Get to the shore and see what's happened to our fucking boat. Radio me as soon as possible."
"Da!" Alona, a powerlifter from Kiev, nodded and grabbed the skin-and-bones Iosif by the back of his collar. "Let's go, Misha!"
"Don't call me Misha, Alona."
"Sorry, little flower." Alona let him go and unslung the large RP-46 machine gun she carried. "Commander, I shall radio you once we are there."
"Good. Move your asses!"
"What about us?" Yuri asked through bloodshot eyes.
"What do you mean?" Arkady growled.
"What if there's no boat?"
"Then we take their plane, idiot!" The commander shook his head. "Where do I get these morons? Kata! Next time your cousin says something stupid, I'm going to shoot him."
"That is fine, Commander," Kata shrugged. "He is only second cousin." Yuri shrunk back a little at that and kept his mouth shut.
"Good?" Arkady raised both his hands palms up and shrugged. "Now we go so we can get fucking paid."
CHAPTER 25: I LOVE GUNS
Jackson grounded the aircraft then began hooking up the fuel hose. Sanchez stood by the truck watching the area around them. It was quiet. Too quiet. The soldier tracked his surroundings with his rifle then dropped it to his chest. He then tapped on his headset.
"How's it lookin’, Gator?"
"Still clear, Poncho. Ain't no deaders around."
"Yeah, yeah." He turned back to watch Jackson’s approach. "Just keep an eye
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