“WE HAVE EIGHT MINUTES BEFORE THE ZURICH CHANCERY REGISTRY LOCKS! ONCE THE SHAFT COLLAPSES, ADRIAN MERCER WON’T HAVE A PHYSICAL REDOUBT LEFT TO INHERIT!”
“FLARE AND BREACH!” Admiral Mercer roared through the vehicle intercom.
The Black Hawk did not touch the runway.
It plunged out of the blizzard thirty feet above the pumphouse roof, hovering fifteen feet above the drilling rigs, its sixty-thousand-pound rotor downwash tearing the corrugated metal awnings completely off their iron frames!
KABOOOOM.
CRASH-ROAR-SHATTER.
From the fast-rope gantries, eight heavy braided deployment lines dropped onto the wet asphalt with an authoritative, concussive THUD:
thud-thud-thud-thud.
Descending through the gale in fluid, synchronized mechanical velocity…
Came twelve operators from DEVGRU Red Squadron!
Across their chests hung suppressed SIG Sauer MCX Rattlers, their weapon-mounted PEQ-15 infrared lasers cutting through the drilling slurry in twelve razor-sharp needles of incandescent crimson light!
“FEDERAL INQUEST! CORDON ESTABLISHED! DROP YOUR WEAPONS FLAT ON THE DECK! KILL THE DRILLS!”
