Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Aaron's Honor (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Men of Mercy Book 8) by Lindsay Cross Page A
Authors: Lindsay Cross
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supposed to trust anyone with Celine's life?
Aaron forced himself to relax, got his heart rate under control and focused on the man getting out of the white SUV on the right. “We got a briefcase.”
The man was typical for security – big, broad shoulders, black suit and black sunglasses. Two pistols poking out of his open jacket in brown leather holsters.
The team had set up in a wide circle all the way around the meeting place, no one was getting in or out without their permission. The man held up his briefcase and approached the black vehicles with his arms raised and stopped halfway between the SUVs. A few seconds later, the four men in the first vehicle from Mr. J’s caravan got out and approached. What followed next was standard operating procedure for black market deals. The suitcase guy showed the cash, the other man inspected it and gestured to his crew.
“On my signal,” Ghost said.
The front doors of the second black SUV opened, an armed guard on each side. The driver went to the back and opened the door.
“The girls must be in the last SUV.” Aaron's gaze locked on that open door, cursing that he was on the passenger side and couldn't see directly in the vehicle. “Fletch?”
“Got one female. She's gonna need a carry out.”
Fuck. Aaron's gut clenched down tight. Was it Celine? Was she okay?
The guard leaned down into the vehicle.
“Easy, man,” Ghost muttered. “B&B, you ready?”
The thought of what she'd been through, what they could've done to her...Aaron rubbed his burning chest, feeling the hollow ache like someone had drilled out his heart.
“On my count,” Beatle said. “One. Two. Three.”
Two bullets whizzed through the air, their loud boom muffled by silencers and the two men closest to the girl fell.
Aaron jumped to his feet and took off at a full out sprint for the men surrounding the SUVs, Ghost pounding it out behind him. The Russians vehicles roared to life and slammed into reverse. Two more shots pinged into their windshields and the vehicles rolled to a stop.
Aaron honed in on the back SUV. The passenger lifted his pistol and Aaron fired off three rounds, still running. The passenger slumped to his knees and hit the dirt.
“Get her, I'll hold them off,” Ghost shouted and made a right toward the front SUV.
The driver glanced behind him and saw Hollywood, Fletch and Merc running in his direction. Aaron knew the minute the man realized his doom. The driver dove through the open back seat and came out on the other side, yanking the unconscious girl with him.
Rage erupted like a volcano at the sight of the other man touching her. Aaron exploded forward reaching the vehicle in ten pounding footsteps. The man frantically tried to pull the girl out of the car and sling her over his shoulder.
Aaron transferred his pistol to his left hand, yanked his knife out with his right, running full force. The guard straightened and Aaron embedded his knife to the hilt in his throat.
The guard dropped, grabbing at his throat and gurgling. Aaron snatched the girl from his shoulder before she hit the ground.
For that one heartbreaking second he completely forgot about his surroundings as he peeled back the blue veil to reveal Celine's beautiful face. His breath caught. She was alive. Celine was alive.
A bullet pinged into the car over his head and Aaron dropped to the ground and shoved Celine between him and the back tire.
A man stumbled around the front of the SUV, running to the side of the road. Aaron heard the sniper round a nanosecond before the man flew backwards, dead. The fight ended quickly after that. The two SF teams had set up a near perfect death trap for the swap.
“Clear,” Jared said from his position with his brother at over watch.
“Clear,” Beatle said.
Aaron holstered his weapon and pulled Celine back into his arms, carefully brushing his fingertips across her cheek. A dark puffy bruise marred the right side of her face. Her bottom lip was swollen.
Aaron forced himself to relax, got his heart rate under control and focused on the man getting out of the white SUV on the right. “We got a briefcase.”
The man was typical for security – big, broad shoulders, black suit and black sunglasses. Two pistols poking out of his open jacket in brown leather holsters.
The team had set up in a wide circle all the way around the meeting place, no one was getting in or out without their permission. The man held up his briefcase and approached the black vehicles with his arms raised and stopped halfway between the SUVs. A few seconds later, the four men in the first vehicle from Mr. J’s caravan got out and approached. What followed next was standard operating procedure for black market deals. The suitcase guy showed the cash, the other man inspected it and gestured to his crew.
“On my signal,” Ghost said.
The front doors of the second black SUV opened, an armed guard on each side. The driver went to the back and opened the door.
“The girls must be in the last SUV.” Aaron's gaze locked on that open door, cursing that he was on the passenger side and couldn't see directly in the vehicle. “Fletch?”
“Got one female. She's gonna need a carry out.”
Fuck. Aaron's gut clenched down tight. Was it Celine? Was she okay?
The guard leaned down into the vehicle.
“Easy, man,” Ghost muttered. “B&B, you ready?”
The thought of what she'd been through, what they could've done to her...Aaron rubbed his burning chest, feeling the hollow ache like someone had drilled out his heart.
“On my count,” Beatle said. “One. Two. Three.”
Two bullets whizzed through the air, their loud boom muffled by silencers and the two men closest to the girl fell.
Aaron jumped to his feet and took off at a full out sprint for the men surrounding the SUVs, Ghost pounding it out behind him. The Russians vehicles roared to life and slammed into reverse. Two more shots pinged into their windshields and the vehicles rolled to a stop.
Aaron honed in on the back SUV. The passenger lifted his pistol and Aaron fired off three rounds, still running. The passenger slumped to his knees and hit the dirt.
“Get her, I'll hold them off,” Ghost shouted and made a right toward the front SUV.
The driver glanced behind him and saw Hollywood, Fletch and Merc running in his direction. Aaron knew the minute the man realized his doom. The driver dove through the open back seat and came out on the other side, yanking the unconscious girl with him.
Rage erupted like a volcano at the sight of the other man touching her. Aaron exploded forward reaching the vehicle in ten pounding footsteps. The man frantically tried to pull the girl out of the car and sling her over his shoulder.
Aaron transferred his pistol to his left hand, yanked his knife out with his right, running full force. The guard straightened and Aaron embedded his knife to the hilt in his throat.
The guard dropped, grabbing at his throat and gurgling. Aaron snatched the girl from his shoulder before she hit the ground.
For that one heartbreaking second he completely forgot about his surroundings as he peeled back the blue veil to reveal Celine's beautiful face. His breath caught. She was alive. Celine was alive.
A bullet pinged into the car over his head and Aaron dropped to the ground and shoved Celine between him and the back tire.
A man stumbled around the front of the SUV, running to the side of the road. Aaron heard the sniper round a nanosecond before the man flew backwards, dead. The fight ended quickly after that. The two SF teams had set up a near perfect death trap for the swap.
“Clear,” Jared said from his position with his brother at over watch.
“Clear,” Beatle said.
Aaron holstered his weapon and pulled Celine back into his arms, carefully brushing his fingertips across her cheek. A dark puffy bruise marred the right side of her face. Her bottom lip was swollen.
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