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Brown glanced back at her. "You're clear, Alicia! Take him out!"
It was the least she could do for the man she had almost killed.
Diaz froze and tuned out every noise, jostle, and vibration of the boat. She ignored the cuts, stiff joints, and bruises, and even the searchlight's pulsating glare.
Carlos and Tomas were strangely silent, as though she'd finally convinced them that she was their equal. Oh, that was hardly the case, but maybe they, too, were wondering in rigid silence if she could really pull this off.
Her crosshairs lined up, and just like that, she took a shot, squeezing off a second before thinking about it.
Both rounds punched through the canopy and struck the pilot in the chest and shoulder, respectively, blood darkening the side window as the man fell back, then slumped forward.
To her left, Beasley and Mitchell hauled a bleeding Ramirez back into the boat, and Jenkins climbed aboard himself while the chopper continued to descend.
"Oh my God," Diaz whispered, lowering her rifle as the enemy bird pitched even more, engine and slicing rotors blaring, speed increasing.
The deafening noise stole everyone's attention, Diaz knew, and it was Mitchell who vocalized their thoughts: "It's going to hit! Everybody out of the boat!"
SAND SPIT PIER
XIAMEN HARBOR, CHINA
APRIL 2012
Ta
The sailor would not die instantly, Ta
That finished him.
Ta
Phillips, who'd slipped off to their right to take out the dead man's partner, called to say his guy was down, but his transmission broke off at the sound of gunfire.
"Phillips?"
He didn't answer. A hollow pang seized Ta
FISHING BOAT
XIAMEN HARBOR, CHINA
APRIL 2012
They had just finished hauling Ramirez into the boat when Mitchell grabbed him and threw himself and the assistant team leader back over the side.
He wrapped an arm under Ramirez's chin and swam as hard as he could until the horrible sound of the chopper's rotors slashing through the fishing boat made him cry, "Joey, hold your breath!"
Mitchell dragged them underwater as a fireball swept over the water and lit up the waves with a surreal, flickering light, as though he were staring at a fireplace through warped glass.
For a moment, time slowed, and nearly all of Mitchell's senses shut down, but then the muffled cries of his Ghosts and the reverberating chomp, chomp of the rotors as they snapped off wrenched him back to reality and drove him to paddle deeper.
His thoughts reached out to the others, to what would happen to them now as his legs burned with exertion and his wounded arm twinged.
Ramirez began to struggle. He could no longer hold his breath, and Mitchell turned and kicked harder, heading back up.
They broke the surface just a few meters outside a large pool of burning fuel that had leaked from the chopper and boat as both had begun to sink.
Mitchell's earpiece/monocle was still attached to his head, and although the device was waterproof, he only got static.
He spotted Diaz treading water off to his right. "Alicia?"
"I'm all right," she answered. "I see Marcus, John, and Alex. They're okay."
Something thumped into Mitchell's head. He shifted around, saw Boy Scout's body floating facedown. Just a few meters off lay Buddha, faceup.
Mitchell wanted to shake his fists at the universe. They'd been so damned close--and now the ultimate failure. Operation War Wraith would be pi
Beasley and Smith kicked toward him, clinging to a long piece of the fishing boat's hull. Beasley grabbed Ramirez, who was still conscious but barely moving, and pulled him up, onto the wood.
"Got nothing on the Cross-Com," Mitchell told them.
"Me neither," said Beasley.
SAND SPIT PIER
XIAMEN HARBOR, CHINA
APRIL 2012
Ta
Phillips had shot that man, but not before taking a round in his neck, another to the chest. Now he just lay on his back, breathing slowly.
Ta
A pale orange shimmer out in the harbor caught his attention, and he fished out his binoculars. He gasped over floating wreckage, a wall of fire lifting from the black water, and the Ghosts floating at the edge of it all.
Ta
Phillips nodded. "I'm ready."
A round blasted dirt in Ta
With that, he rose, hauled Phillips into a seated position, then, with the inhuman strength fueled by a massive adrenaline rush, he lifted the stocky SEAL over his shoulder, turned, and double-timed off, back toward the pier.
Only ten steps into their escape it dawned on Ta
USSMONTANA(SSN-823)
SOUTH TAIWAN STRAIT
SOUTH CHINA SEA
APRIL 2012
Gummerson stood in the control room, flinching as every new piece of information came in.
The XO came over, his expression souring. "Captain, SEAL Chief Ta
Gummerson frowned, then studied the images and map overlays on the screen before him and shook his head. "They're still too close. We can't risk surfacing there."
"Agreed, but, sir, how will they get out of the harbor?"
"I want to talk to SEAL Chief Ta
FISHING BOAT WRECKAGE
XIAMEN HARBOR, CHINA
APRIL 2012
Mitchell clung to another piece of the hull, along with Diaz and Smith. All of them floated there, coughing and spitting salt water as the fires began to die. Beasley had made sure that the bodies of the CIA agents were secured to another piece of wood in the event that some miracle happened and Captain Gummerson decided to risk it all and bring his boat into the harbor and surface.
Hijacking a rickshaw and heading west seemed a real possibility and a not-so-amusing quip now.
All right. The team was looking to him for orders, perhaps his final order as a Ghost Team leader. He would instruct them to paddle toward the piers along Haicang. Xiamen Island to the east was twice as far away. They had no other choice.