Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

weapons on his back and in his belt and boots. He was barely down when Jonas slipped out to fol ow him.
    Aleksandr came last, and al the while, Ilya continued shooting, clearing the area around them as the helicopter retreated.
    â€œWe’re going silent,†Jonas hissed into the radio. “Disrupt communication.â€
    Al of them shoved silencers on their weapons and slipped into the shadows. Ilya in the helicopter and the two ground teams would have to pul attention away from the vil a while the rescue team went in to extract El e. At the same time, Ilya would send out waves of energy that would interrupt al radio communication between Gratsos and his guards.
    A man ran around the corner right into Jackson, his gun pressed tightly against Jackson’s ribs. Al he had to do was pul the trigger. Jackson drove his knee upward into his assailant’s groin and dodged to one side, bringing up his own weapon and firing three rounds at close range. The body dropped away and he cursed, shoving the heavy corpse away from him.
    Jonas flicked a glance at Jackson. “You hurt?â€
    â€œJust my pride. Let’s move.â€
    â€œWe’re going in,†Jonas advised.
    It was the cal Matt and his teams had been waiting for. They needed to provide the distraction, keeping the guards focused on them and away from the house. Team two, Rick and Jock, were up now; they had to make their way to Gratsos’s helicopter. Rick was a crack pilot and he’d be flying the bird out over the sea. Gratsos couldn’t be al owed to use the helicopter to escape or fol ow them off the island and they could ditch the bird at sea and make Gratsos suspect for a short period of time that El e had been taken out that way.
    Jock and Rick, hearing the soft whisper, immediately set out over the rocky terrain toward the helicopter pad. It would be heavily guarded. It was Gratsos’s fastest way off his island and he would want to keep it safe. With his tower and his lighthouse gone, he had to know they were under attack and if he was smart, he would tel his men to keep the way open.
    They ignored the sporadic gunfire around them, staying low to the ground and heading for the helipad. Above them, Ilya’s rifle was loud, a deliberate attempt to draw attention. Rick fired two shots, taking one guard down and winging a second as they ran.
    Ilya finished off the second man before the guard could get a round off. The storm was slamming the island now, the wind frenetic, yet not coming near their helicopter. He marveled at Hannah’s ability to command and direct the wind. On board the ship, Sarah was feeding her information, keeping track of each member of their teams. Hannah was working at keeping the storm directed at the enemy while aiding their own people.

    Ilya had always admired the Drake sisters and the smooth way they fed each other energy, a blending of their skil s and abilities so that when they worked, it was a seamless effort. He knew the kind of tol sustained use of psychic energy took on the conductor and the Drakes were pouring everything they had—everything they were—into the effort to get their sister back. He couldn’t imagine what would happen to his Joley if they didn’t get El e back. Her bright, restless spirit would be quenched.
    The helicopter lurched and slipped sideways as a mortar round came too close.
    â€œWhere the hel did that come from?†Ilya demanded, swiveling around.
    Abel had already set the helicopter skimming through the sky, nearly heading straight into the wind before Hannah could adjust to their abrupt movements. She brought the wind around them. The sea looked dark and ominous, the storm creating mini water cyclones, twin columns dancing across the surf. He fol owed the performances as the cyclones made their way to the shore and touched down on a pile of boulders near the smal dock.
    A shadow moved in the darkness. Even with his night-vision scope he could barely make out the whisper of movement, but it had been there—someone flinching in the face of the sea’s wrath. He was using thermal imaging, because in the heavy wind and storm, it would be easier to pick up body heat. The nest was below him and would be getting ready to fire off another round, their gun wel hidden.
    â€œTen o’clock,†he told Abel, his voice grim. “Take them out.â€
    The pilot lined up the shot and took it. The blast