Primary Target. Джек Марс

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СКАЧАТЬ The takeoffs were loud, but the sonic booms were muted by the wind at high altitude.

      The chopper’s engine whined into life. The rotor blades began to turn, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Luke glanced along the line. Ten men in jumpsuits and helmets, not including himself, were all compulsively checking and rechecking their gear.  The twelfth, Lieutenant Colonel Heath, was leaning into the cockpit at the front of the chopper, talking to the pilots.

      “I’m telling you, Stone,” Martinez said.

      “I heard you the first time, Martinez.”

      “Good luck don’t last forever, man. One fine day it runs out.”

      “I don’t worry because it ain’t luck in my case,” Wayne said. “It’s skill.”

      Martinez sneered at that.

      “A big fat bastard like you? You’re lucky every time a bullet doesn’t hit you. You’re the biggest, slowest thing out here.”

      Luke suppressed a laugh and went back to his gear. His weapons included an HK416 assault rifle and an MP5 for close quarter fighting. The guns were loaded and he had extra magazines stuffed in his pockets. He had a SIG P226 sidearm, four grenades, a cutting and breaching tool, and night vision goggles. This particular night vision device was the GPNVG-18, far more advanced and with a much better field of view than the standard night vision goggles offered to typical servicemen.

      He was ready to rock.

      Luke felt the chopper taking off. He glanced up. They were on the move. To their left, he saw the second helicopter, also leaving its pad.

      “You guys are the luckiest men alive, as far as I’m concerned,” he said.

      “Oh yeah?” Martinez said. “Why’s that?”

      Luke shrugged and smiled. “You’re riding with me.”

* * *

      The chopper flew low and fast.

      The rocky hills buzzed by below them, maybe two hundred feet down, almost close enough to touch. Luke watched the inky darkness through the window. He guessed they were moving at over a hundred miles per hour.

      The night was black, and they were flying without lights. He couldn’t even see the second helicopter out there.

      He blinked and saw Rebecca instead. She was something to behold. It wasn’t so much the physical details of her face and body, which were indeed beautiful. It was the essence of her. In the years they’d been together, he had come to see past the physical. But time was passing so fast. The last time he had seen her—when was that, two months ago?—her pregnancy had just been beginning to show.

      I need to get back there.

      Luke glanced down—his MP5 was across his lap. For a split second, it almost seemed alive, like it might suddenly decide to start firing on its own. What was he doing with this thing? He had a child on the way.

      “Gentlemen!” a voice shouted. Luke nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked up, and Heath stood in front of the group. “We are approaching target, ETA approximately ten minutes. I just got a report from base. The high winds have kicked up a bunch of dust. We’re going to hit some weather between here and the target.”

      “Terrific,” Martinez said. He looked at Luke, all the meaning in his eyes.

      “What’s that supposed to mean, Martinez?” Heath said.

      “I love weather, sir!” Martinez shouted.

      “Oh yeah?” Heath said. “Why’s that?”

      “It ramps the pucker factor up to twelve. Makes life more exciting.”

      Heath nodded. “Good man. You want excitement? It looks like we might be landing in zero-zero conditions.”

      Luke didn’t like the sound of that. Zero-zero meant zero ceiling, zero visibility. The pilots would be forced to let the chopper’s navigation system do the sighting for them. That was okay. What was worse was the dust. Here in Afghanistan it was so fine that it flowed almost like water. It could come through the tiniest cracks. It could get into gearboxes, and into weapons. Clouds of dust could cause brownouts, completely obscuring any unfriendly obstacles that might be waiting in the landing zone.

      Dust storms stalked the nightmares of every airborne soldier in Afghanistan.

      As if on cue, the chopper shuddered and got hit with a blast of sideways wind. And just like that, they were inside the dust storm. The sound outside the chopper changed—a moment ago the loud whirr of the rotors and the roar of the wind was all you could hear. Now the sound of the spitting dust hitting the outside of the chopper competed with the other two sounds. It sounded almost like rain.

      “Call the dust!” Heath shouted.

      Men were at the windows, peering outside at the boiling cloud.

      “Dust at the tailwheel!” someone shouted.

      “Dust at the cargo door!” Martinez said.

      “Dust at the landing gear!”

      “Dust at the cockpit door!”

      Within seconds, the chopper was engulfed. Heath repeated each call out into his headset. They were flying blind now, the chopper pushing through a thick, dark sky.

      Luke stared out at the sand hitting the windows. It was hard to believe they were still airborne.

      Heath touched a hand to his helmet.

      “Pirate 2, Pirate 2… yes, copy. Go ahead, Pirate 2.”

      Heath had radio contact with all aspects of the mission inside his helmet. Apparently, the second helicopter was calling him about the storm.

      He listened.

      “Negative on return to base, Pirate 2. Continue as planned.”

      Martinez’s eyes met Luke’s again. He shook his head. The chopper bucked and swayed. Luke looked down the line of men. These were hardened fighters, but not one of them looked eager to continue this mission.

      “Negative on set-down, Pirate 2. We need you on this…”

      Heath stopped and listened again.

      “Mayday? Already?”

      He waited. Now he looked at Luke. His eyes were narrow and hard. He didn’t seem frightened. He seemed frustrated.

      “I lost them. That’s our support. Can any of you guys see them out there?”

      Martinez looked out the window. He grunted. It wasn’t even night anymore. There was nothing to see out there but brown dust.

      “Pirate 2, Pirate 2, can you read me?” Heath said.

      He waited a beat.

      “Come in, Pirate 2. Pirate 2, Pirate 2.”

      Heath paused. Now he listened.

      “Pirate 2, status report. Status…”

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