Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

wire,†Matt reported. “Stay quiet, we’ve got bogies ahead. Get your ass in gear. We’re running out of time.â€
    Matt and Kent hunkered down to wait for Luke, Tom and James to catch up with them. As the three men emerged from the shadows, Matt signaled for a quick consultation.
    â€œKent, we’re going to take the left side and make our way up to the nest.†He pinned the other man with a hard gaze. “Stealth, my son.
    Pure stealth. No one gets shot here. Tom, you, Luke and James slide up along the right side and pound them with suppressive fire. Throw everything you’ve got at them. I don’t want them looking our way or suspecting we’re anywhere in the same vicinity. Pound the hel out of them. And if you bag a couple of them, al to the good. I’l owe you a beer.â€
    Tom nodded his understanding. He was a man of few words, but long on action. He signaled to the other two men and they slid into the shadows and moved back to cross to the right side, using boulders and shrubbery for cover.
    â€œIn position,†Tom reported.
    â€œWe’re moving. Lay it down,†Matt said.
    The sound of the M-4s was unmistakable as the three men began to fire, a monumental distraction, drawing the attention of the men hiding in the nest.
    The vol ey lasted minutes, bul ets streaking across the field to slam into trees and ricochet off the rocks, adding to the chaos.
    Matt and Kent crouched low and took off running through the brush. Matt, taking the lead, swerved around trees until there was no cover left. He dropped down and signaled Kent to fol ow.
    â€œGoing to ground,†he reported to Tom. “Forty meters out.â€
    The sound of the battle never stopped. The M-4s continued and now the nest was answering. The RPKs, Soviet-made machine guns, roared back. The smal er, newer bul ets were specifical y designed to tumble end over end in the flesh, causing maximum damage to the human body. The sound of the guns reverberated through the night.
    Matt and Kent began to crawl forward. With bul ets flying overhead and a nest of enemies within plain sight, a fifteen-second crawl was a lifetime. Heart drumming in his chest, the blood roaring in his ears, Matt pushed with his toes and knees and pul ed forward with his elbows al the while keeping his weapon clear.
    At twenty-two meters out he held out his hand to stop Kent. Both men eased their weapons behind them onto their backs and drew the grenades from their vests.
    â€œShift fire. Throwing grenade,†Matt said.
    The M-4s continued firing but their aim had moved away from the nest, bul ets hitting rocks just on the other side of it. Matt and Kent simultaneously exploded off the ground, pul ing the pins and lobbing the grenades, dropping back down almost al in one motion. The blast was deafening. Rock, bodies, weapons and debris rained down. Both men rose, weapons ready, but the nest was silent.
    â€œClear,†Matt reported.
    Matt and Kent scanned the area careful y with their weapons while the other team raced to join them. The three moved ahead and covered, and they continued forward, first one team and then the second until they gained the southern dock.
    Tom and James recovered the scuba gear left behind, stowing it quickly in the boat. Both men pushed away from the dock out toward the sea before climbing inside.
    â€œDo your thing, Hannah,†Matt said into the radio.
    The wind shifted, slammed against the boat, shoving it out into deeper water. The waves rose and took it out around the bend. In the distance, the engine started up, but the sound was muffled by the wind and waves.
    â€œMove it, we have to hump it to the smal dock,†Matt reminded Kent. “And we’ve got a lot of shit to blow to hel first.â€
    â€œWe’ve got three pil ars on each side,†Kent said, looking over the dock. He was their bomb expert and took a great deal of pleasure in blowing pretty much anything up. “So six pil ars and three boats. Man! Look at that yacht. That little baby is going to get some real special attention.
    I’m getting a hard-on just looking at her.â€
    â€œWhat do you want us to do?†Matt asked.
    â€œWe’re going to use a satchel charge on al the boats. The little boats won’t take much. Luke, put a three-pound satchel charge on each of the smal boats. Position the charge right on the engine. There won’t be anything