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Ghost
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James Swallow2,338 ratings, 3.88 average rating, 153 reviews
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“Fox was going to add more, but Dog turned to him. ‘Just drive,’ he said. ‘If we don’t get what we came here for, then we will have to consider our alternate options. That will extend the duration of the mission.’ He gave Cat a look. ‘None of us want to be here any longer than we must be, no?’
Cat shook her head, and began reloading her weapon, swinging out the revolver’s angled chambers to insert fresh rounds. There might be witnesses at the landing site, she reasoned, and if that were the case it would be necessary to silence them as well.”
― Ghost
Cat shook her head, and began reloading her weapon, swinging out the revolver’s angled chambers to insert fresh rounds. There might be witnesses at the landing site, she reasoned, and if that were the case it would be necessary to silence them as well.”
― Ghost
“He caught sight of the church spires and tiled rooftops across Mdina and Rabat.
In the tallest of the towers, the light of the sun glittered in reflection. A flare off the glassy eye of a telescopic sight.
A moment later, a single steel-cored 7.62mm bullet penetrated Lex’s body a few degrees off his sternum and tumbled violently as it passed through him. In the brief instant it took to enter through his chest and burst out through his back, the round spun and ripped through the tissues of his lungs, and tore open the bottom of his heart. Blood gushed into the ragged void created by the passage of the sniper shot and his body twitched as it went into brutal, fatal shutdown.
Lex died as he sank toward the ground, his life ended in an instant. When his corpse finally crashed into a row of vines down in the valley, his clothes and the orange chute were soaked with a wet mess of dark, arterial red.”
― Ghost
In the tallest of the towers, the light of the sun glittered in reflection. A flare off the glassy eye of a telescopic sight.
A moment later, a single steel-cored 7.62mm bullet penetrated Lex’s body a few degrees off his sternum and tumbled violently as it passed through him. In the brief instant it took to enter through his chest and burst out through his back, the round spun and ripped through the tissues of his lungs, and tore open the bottom of his heart. Blood gushed into the ragged void created by the passage of the sniper shot and his body twitched as it went into brutal, fatal shutdown.
Lex died as he sank toward the ground, his life ended in an instant. When his corpse finally crashed into a row of vines down in the valley, his clothes and the orange chute were soaked with a wet mess of dark, arterial red.”
― Ghost
“*
Behind him, Lex’s pursuers held their guns sideways on and low. They kept them down by their hips, hidden in the folds of their jackets. Both of them fired, but even with their specialised training, their shots were off-target by too great a margin. One round blasted a discarded water bottle sitting on a step, the other blew up a puff of rock dust a few inches from the target’s feet. Again, the faces of bystanders started to turn in his direction.
‘He is going to kill himself,’ said the male assassin through the wireless communication node adhered to his throat. This was unexpected.
‘No,’ said the woman, her reply tickling him through his skin. ‘I don’t think so . . .’
The target’s arm came down in a sharp motion, and the object he had strapped to his back snapped open into a blossom of bright orange fabric and fine white cords. The thin material immediately caught the steady breeze and inflated into a narrow rectangle with a kite-like cross-section.
‘A parachute?’ The man disregarded protocol and launched forward, hoping to get to the target before he could step off the ledge.
The compact canopy filled with wind, drawing shouts of surprise from the assembled tourists in the square, and the target pushed off the side of Mdina’s battlements and into the air.
The woman grabbed her partner by the shoulder and pulled him back. ‘Wait.’ She was already putting her weapon away.
He resisted, irritated at the idea of missing the kill. The chute was little better than a gimmick, a toy that would barely slow the target’s descent. If he got to the edge, if the woman covered him, he might still be able to hit the mark. It was galling to think that this civilian would escape them.
‘Both of you stand away,’ said a third voice. ‘I have this.”
― Ghost
Behind him, Lex’s pursuers held their guns sideways on and low. They kept them down by their hips, hidden in the folds of their jackets. Both of them fired, but even with their specialised training, their shots were off-target by too great a margin. One round blasted a discarded water bottle sitting on a step, the other blew up a puff of rock dust a few inches from the target’s feet. Again, the faces of bystanders started to turn in his direction.
‘He is going to kill himself,’ said the male assassin through the wireless communication node adhered to his throat. This was unexpected.
‘No,’ said the woman, her reply tickling him through his skin. ‘I don’t think so . . .’
The target’s arm came down in a sharp motion, and the object he had strapped to his back snapped open into a blossom of bright orange fabric and fine white cords. The thin material immediately caught the steady breeze and inflated into a narrow rectangle with a kite-like cross-section.
‘A parachute?’ The man disregarded protocol and launched forward, hoping to get to the target before he could step off the ledge.
The compact canopy filled with wind, drawing shouts of surprise from the assembled tourists in the square, and the target pushed off the side of Mdina’s battlements and into the air.
The woman grabbed her partner by the shoulder and pulled him back. ‘Wait.’ She was already putting her weapon away.
He resisted, irritated at the idea of missing the kill. The chute was little better than a gimmick, a toy that would barely slow the target’s descent. If he got to the edge, if the woman covered him, he might still be able to hit the mark. It was galling to think that this civilian would escape them.
‘Both of you stand away,’ said a third voice. ‘I have this.”
― Ghost
