Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

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    The GhostWalker Creed

    We are the GhostWalkers, we live in the shadows The sea, the earth, and the air are our domain No fallen comrade will be left behind

    We are loyalty and honor bound
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    We are invisible to our enemies

    and we destroy them where we find them

    We believe in justice and we protect our country and those unable to protect themselves

    What goes unseen, unheard, and unknown

    are GhostWalkers

    There is honor in the shadows and it is us

    We move in complete silence whether

    in jungle or desert

    We walk among our enemy unseen and unheard

    Striking without sound and scatter to the winds before they have knowledge of our existence

    We gather information and wait with endless patience for that perfect moment to deliver swift justice We are both merciful and merciless

    We are relentless and implacable in our resolve We are the GhostWalkers and the night is ours CHAPTER ONE

    The cougar was going to turn. Tansy Meadows inhaled swiftly, biting at her full lower ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    lip. Her heart was pounding; she could taste the familiar dryness in her mouth and feel the dampness on her palms. The rush of adrenaline made it difficult to control her shaking hands when she needed desperately to be absolutely still.

    Turn, baby . She whispered the encouragement in mind, willing the animal to do so. If you turn, I'll make you very, very famous .

    The big cat stretched lazily, its sleek body rippling with muscle beneath the soft, tawny fur. The end of its long tail twitched.

    Tansy's heart nearly ceased to beat, than began to tap out double time. Come on, little mama , she coaxed, turn for me .

    Her legs had long since lost feeling; they were so numb from inactivity, Tansy wasn't certain she would be able to leave the tiny ledge where she had set up her blind some months earlier. It didn't matter; nothing mattered except getting this picture.

    The mountain lion was large, nearly eight feet long, very pregnant and due to give birth any day now. The slate gray tip of its tail twitched again and again, and Tansy remained utterly still, waiting for her moment. Five long hours of waiting, anticipating. Five long hours of cramped, sore muscles, not to mention the months of preparation.

    Come on, baby, a little more. You can do it. Get that beautiful face pointed this way.

    The mountain lion arched her back leisurely, tantalizing Tansy with expectancy. The cat turned her sleek head, green gold eyes glittering like sparkling jewels. Tansy exhaled slowly as she began snapping frame after frame with her camera. As if she knew she was the object of admiring eyes, the cat preened herself, lapping at her tawny coat with her long tongue. She grimaced, showing off her gleaming yellow fangs. She even managed something Tansy thought resembled a smile right before she let out a soft, whistling call.

    Mountain lions hunted mainly at night. Tansy worked w ith both digital and film,
    capturing wildlife in its natural habitat. She had captured a beautiful photographic series of this particular cat bringing down an elk calf three weeks ago, but this was her first real break since. Cougars were elusive and difficult to photograph in their natural habitats.
    Whenever possible, they preferred a high vantage point, and their superior vision allo e w d
    them to spot humans long before humans spotted them. Tansy had been studying the female cougar, one of the most elusive animals inNorth America , for a long time in the hopes of capturing a cougar birth on film. She was lucky she had such an affinity with animals; even the wild ones didn't seem to mind her presence too much.

    She continued taking as many pictures as she could, knowing every angle, every frame was going to yield gold. The background was everything she could possibly have asked for. The night sky, the moon and stars, the slight wind shifting t e h leaves just so and
    ruffling the silver-tipped fur. Her subject was quite cooperative—stretching,