Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

flattened rocks and sent two men scrambling. Ilya shot them both and turned back to protecting his team. “You’re clear, keep moving.â€
    On the ground, Ilya could see Rick and Jock shimmy ing through the foliage toward the helicopter pad. There were two men between them and their target. Ilya shot one of them and instantly a third man rol ed out of the foliage practical y at Rick’s feet, his gun flashing. Rick was already diving over him, his own gun bursting forth an orange-red glow while Jock fired several shots into the chest of the fal en man.
    Rick and Jock systematical y began to set up a field of claymores surrounding the helipad to slow down anyone coming after them. Rick climbed into the helicopter, powering it up, needing to get it warmed up and ready for flight while Jock lobbed several flash-bang grenades into the air in a circular pattern designed to create the loudest, noisiest and most shocking distraction he could make, trying to draw attention to the helicopter area.
    â€œGet this bird moving,†Jock snapped, leaping in. “We’re sitting ducks here.â€
    It would take at least two or three minutes, maybe longer depending on how wel the helicopter was maintained and they would be at their most vulnerable. They would have to depend on Ilya and their claymore field to protect them and it felt like an eternity.
    At the generator, Matt and Kent separated and went at it from either side. Both slapped a block of C-4 on the sides of the large machine. The C-4 was already prepped with the blasting cap, detention cord and time fuse. Using hundred mile an hour tape—duct tape—they secured the blocks. Shoving the fuse igniter onto the time fuse, both twisted the ends until they were total y snug.
    â€œGet ready to pul pin,†Matt said. They looked at each other. “One, two, three, pul ,†Matt ordered.
    Both twisted the rings a quarter turn simultaneously and pul ed the pins. A soft hissing sound and a smal amount of gray smoke accompanied by the familiar scent of time fuse burning told them they’d better run like hel . In one and a half minutes a man could run a good distance, even in the dark on uneven ground. Knowing the generator was going up behind them gave them both a rush of adrenaline, enough to help speed them on their way. Matt could hear Kent laughing as they ran, heading for cover, both counting almost automatical y in their heads and then leaping at the last moment behind the rocks they’d already scouted for cover.
    The flash was bright and hot and very loud. They both admired their handiwork, the orange-red glowing cloud with bright sparkles and then the concussion as the air surged toward them. The roar passed over them, their heart and lungs reacting. Kent laughed again. “Man, I could use a smoke about now. That was great.â€
    Matt grinned at him and then glanced at his watch. “Come on, you whack job. We’ve got a lot more fun before we’re finished.â€
    Teams one and two were to make their way through enemy lines, creating as much havoc as possible to keep al attention diverted from the vil a. They had to get back to the south dock and destroy the boats and the dock. Tom and Luke would take their boat and gear around to the smal dock and everyone would rendezvous there.
    It sounded easy enough, but as Matt and Kent began to make their way through the trees and rocks toward the dock, they found smal groups of guards had set up some razor wire across roads and some of the more open meadows. Kent swore as he removed his favorite combat jacket to throw over the razor wire, stepped with his boot and leapt free. Matt fol owed.
    â€œWe have to take the jacket, Kent,†Matt announced. “We can’t leave anything behind.â€
    Kent swore again. It wouldn’t free easily and would come away in shredded chunks, slowing them down considerably. As they worked the material loose, they heard the smal snap of a twig, just up ahead. The two men looked at each other. The razor wire was strung at the entrance to a field, one that most of them would have to cross in order to get through to the southern dock. The field was a perfect choke point. If Gratsos’s guards had a nest set up to ambush anything moving through that field, it would be essential to take out the nest.
    â€œMatt,†a voice whispered in his ear. “We’re coming up on your left.â€
    â€œRazor