Navy Seal To Die For. Elle James

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СКАЧАТЬ she didn’t have a mission to complete, and if Quentin wasn’t a navy SEAL, she might consider going out with him. Maybe. The truth was, she couldn’t stop in her pursuit of finding her father’s killer.

      Once done, she sat back and assessed the damage. “Barring a swamp-water bacterial infection, you’ll live.” She turned toward the smoldering plane. “On the other hand, the SOS plane is a complete wash. What happened?”

      “Something hit the plane,” Duff said.

      Quentin nodded. “And since it didn’t impact the nose or the fuselage but knocked out the engine, we either sucked a pelican into the engine, or were hit by a heat-seeking missile.”

      “What?” Becca looked around the swamp. “We’re in Louisiana, not the Middle East.”

      Sawyer pulled out his cell phone and held it up. “If I can get cell service, I’ll contact our unit. We aren’t too far from Stennis.” He tapped the screen and waited.

      Becca plucked at her damp blouse, realizing a little late that the wet white fabric did nothing to hide what was beneath. Thank goodness she had on a bra. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a little silly for the panic attack that made her leap out of the airplane into an alligator-infested bayou. “Where are we, anyway?”

      Quentin pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and shook it. “I’d tell you if I could get my GPS up. I think my phone is toast. These things don’t do well submerged.”

      Becca twisted her lips. “Sorry.”

      He shrugged and tucked the phone back in his pocket. “What happened back there?”

      She glanced away. “Nothing. Just a little claustrophobia.”

      Natalie snorted. “A little? You were getting out of that plane if you had to tear a hole in the fuselage to get there.”

      “I’m glad we all got out before it blew,” Duff muttered staring down at the screen of his dry mobile phone. “We’re in a marsh near the Pearl River. If Sawyer can contact the team, they can come get us.”

      Sawyer had his cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is Chief Petty Officer Houston, let me speak to the LT... I don’t care if he’s on lunch break. This is an emergency. Get him.”

      All faces turned to Sawyer.

      Becca held her breath and strained to hear.

      “LT, we have a problem. The plane we were flying in crashed in a marsh close to the base... Yes, sir. We all got out alive. Thanks to the pilot.” Sawyer nodded toward the pilot, who’d landed the plane under the worst circumstances. “I’ve got the app to find my cell phone. You can track us with it.” He gave the LT the login and password to track his phone. “How soon can someone be here? Twenty minutes? Make it less. We’re sitting ducks in this life raft and we don’t know whether the guy who shot us down is still out there.”

      Becca glanced around the marsh. So far the only other living creatures were those that belonged in the swamp. Theirs was the only boat afloat.

      Quentin also stared around the bayou. “If someone shot us down out, they might come back to finish off any survivors. And that smoke signal will make it all too easy to find us. Perhaps we should find some cover and concealment.”

      “Right.” Montana nodded toward a stand of cypress trees a couple hundred yards away. “Let’s make for the trees.”

      Without a paddle to propel the raft, they made slow progress toward the stand of trees. Everyone who could leaned over the side and paddled with their hands.

      Already wet, Becca did her best tucked against Quentin, who sat behind her. All the while she watched the water for alligators, praying none of the crash survivors lost an arm to the gaping maw of one of the swamp reptiles.

      Halfway to the trees, Becca paused and tipped her head, the thick humidity of southern Mississippi causing sweat to drip into her eyes. A sound reached her over the splashing of the water.

      “Shh!” she said. “Listen.”

      All hands stilled.

      There it was again. The thumping sound of rotors beating the air.

      “Helicopter.” Quentin twisted left and right.

      Sawyer straightened, looking to the sky. “Where’s it coming from?”

      “Did you ask the LT to send a chopper?” Duff’s voice was low and intense.

      Sawyer shook his head. “The LT said he’d send out a boat.”

      “Damn.” Quentin leaned over the side and paddled faster. “Let’s get to those trees!”

      Becca studied the horizon, turning for a three-hundred-sixty-degree view. “It could be a coast guard rescue helicopter.”

      “I’m not willing to bank on it.” Quentin continued paddling, along with the other SEALs.

      Becca bent over the side and contributed to the effort, glancing up, searching the horizon.

      The dark silhouette of a helicopter detached from the horizon, rose into the air and headed straight for the burning hull of the SOS jet.

      As the chopper neared the downed craft, it let loose a stream of bullets.

      “Holy hell,” Becca said, ducking automatically. She resumed paddling, praying the bright yellow life raft wasn’t as easy to spot as the color intended. They only had moments to make the trees, still another fifty yards away.

       Chapter Two

      Quentin would give his left arm at that moment for a fully-equipped Special Operations Craft-Riverine, or SOC-R as they called it, and his favorite machine gun. Deadly accurate on his aim, he’d have that chopper down in seconds.

      But they weren’t in the navy boat. Instead they were in a raft designed to float, not move swiftly through the water. Hell, they could swim faster than they could maneuver the raft. But swimming wasn’t an option. They were up to their necks in alligators and bad guys. “Now would be a good time for the team to show up.”

      “Come on, LT,” Montana prayed aloud.

      “The only way they’d get here in time to help is if they were already on the Pearl, headed in this direction.” Quentin sucked in a breath. “There’s only one way to get us to the trees faster.”

      “You got a motor in your pocket?” Sawyer quipped.

      “No.” He slung his leg over the side of the raft.

      “What are you doing?” Becca asked.

      “Going for a little dip.” He winked. “Can I get a kiss before I swim with a bunch of hungry alligators?”

      She shook her head and reached for his arm. “Are you out of your mind? Get back in the raft.”

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