Sacrifice. Alex Archer

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      The gun barrel didn’t move. “Kidnapped?”

      “That’s right.”

      “I didn’t hear anything about a kidnapping.”

      Annja frowned. “Great. So much for the cavalry coming to my rescue.”

      The shape shifted. “Doesn’t seem like you need them that much right now anyway. You obviously escaped.”

      “The camp, yeah. But I have no way of getting out of here,” she said.

      The gun barrel lowered. “You look okay. Seems like you’ve been getting enough water.”

      “Tube vines,” Annja said.

      “Good choice. And your camo looks pretty good. You look like a cousin of Bigfoot.”

      Annja smirked. “I won’t win any beauty contests this way, but it keeps the mosquitoes off of me. At least temporarily.”

      “Who taught you how to survive in the jungle?”

      Annja shrugged. “I’ve had some friends in the military over the years. I picked up bits and pieces of what they used to talk about.”

      “Well, it’s kept you alive, that’s for sure.”

      Annja looked at the mass before her. “What about you?”

      “What about me?”

      “You just passing through these parts?”

      There was a low chuckle. One of the shape’s hands reached up and slid back part of the mess that covered him. Annja could just make out the heavily camouflaged face that emerged from under a thick suit of burlap, grease paint, grass and leaves.

      “Gunnery Sergeant Vic Gutierrez, United States Marine Corps. At your service.”

      Annja pointed at his outfit. “You sure know how to dress for a party, Sergeant.”

      “This here would be my Ghillie suit, ma’am. And it does a wonder keeping the bad guys from finding me.”

      Annja looked out into the jungle. “Were you the cause of all that gunfire I heard a short time back?”

      “Guilty as charged. They seemed a bit upset that I shot one of their superiors.”

      “Not a guy named Agamemnon, by any chance, was it?” Annja asked.

      The soldier shook his head. “I wish. He’s my primary target on this op, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

      “Well, when you do, please be sure to give him my regards, would you?”

      “Sure thing. He a friend of yours?”

      “Best buddy, actually. So much so he wants to cut my head off.”

      The soldier shook his head. “Sick bastard. We’ve had him on the radar for some time now, but only just got the green light to come in and take him out.”

      “So you’re with special operations?” Annja asked.

      He nodded. “A couple of us got assigned to do some deep jungle penetrations. Solo ops. No spotters, no backup. Just a man and his rifle alone in the jungle. The belief was no one would ever expect us to go in alone. Hell, I don’t even have a radio with me. Just a couple of exfiltration times. I miss one, they come back two more times. I miss those, they presume me dead.”

      Annja blinked. “That’s exactly the kind of assignment I’d expect most men to jump for.”

      He smiled. “Well, I don’t exactly have the kind of workday that most men would pick for themselves. There ain’t a lot holding me to this life, if you get my drift. This thing seemed like the perfect chance to get alone with my thoughts while I did some valuable trash removal for the country.”

      “Interesting euphemism.”

      “Ma’am?”

      “‘Trash removal.’ And please call me Annja. You keep saying ‘ma’am,’ and it makes me feel old.”

      “In that case, just call me Vic.”

      Annja nodded. “You have any food there, Vic? I’m starving.”

      He nodded. “Sure do. But first, I want to get us out of here. I have the feeling they might start combing this part of the jungle for me soon. They seemed pretty determined back there.”

      “How did you get away?”

      Vic smiled. “Part of the training, Annja. And with this Ghillie suit, I can slip away into the darkness pretty easily. I’m surprised you heard me coming.”

      “I didn’t so much hear you…”

      “Felt it, huh?”

      Annja nodded. “Yeah, actually.”

      Vic grinned. “Don’t look so surprised. Sometimes out here, a feeling’s all you’ve got. And plenty of us know that if you don’t trust your instincts, you’ll end up dead.”

      Vic held out his hand and Annja grabbed it. He pulled her to her feet. “You okay? That was quite the fall you took out of that tree.”

      “I’m all right,” she said.

      Vic looked her up and down. “Yeah, I suppose you are.”

      Annja smiled. “So, where to now?”

      Vic pointed. “I’ve got a hidey hole two klicks east of here.”

      “Is it safe?” Annja asked.

      Vic looked around. “Well, ‘safe’ is a bit of a variable around these parts, but it’s about as safe as you can get. And once we’re there, we can eat, get some more water and then work on how we’re going to get you out of here.”

      Annja smiled. “Now that sounds like a plan.”

       6

      Agamemnon crouched over the radio, listening to the chaos on the other end crackle out through his speakers. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt as if someone had just kicked him square in the crotch.

      He keyed the microphone. “Are you absolutely sure?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “There’s nothing that could be done?”

      There was a pause and the delay caused Agamemnon to stab the key button again. “Answer me, dammit!”

      “I’m sorry, sir. The doctor did the best he could, but the bullet entered his head right between the eyes and just dropped him. There was no exit wound. According to the doctor, the round must have tumbled around inside his head, killing him instantly.”

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