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Newlyweds, Lorrie and David, are both ex-special ops on their first industrial espionage case.
Deep in a boreal forest, they find bullets,sharks, ex-military spooks,and-----holograms.

Submitted: September 24, 2016

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Submitted: September 24, 2016




A Novelette

Nicholas Cochran

Chapter Nine

David killed his lights, drifted the jeep to a stop sideways across the track, and before the vehicle had come to a complete stop or the spooks had begun to fire, he and Lorrie were into the bush to their left and David had managed to hurl a grenade with all his strength toward the first jeep. He held the record for the longest and most accurate grenade throw in special ops.

This throw was probably a new record on both counts. David and Lorrie were part of that sizeable portion of humanity who operates at their best under pressure.

The explosion of the grenade destroyed the first jeep and killed or wounded most of its occupants. However, rounds were clattering off their titanium even as they rolled and pushed their way toward some wide tree trunks. The night was alive with shells and shouts.

“Let’s catch a tree, hon, and get out the grenades.  We’re clearly outgunned.”

“Right, Sweets; and I have an idea about the titanium”

Now bullets were ricocheting off every growing thing around them.  The spooks had decided to rush them and use their superior numbers.

Over the gunfire, Lorrie, “What about scattering pieces of our titanium? That’ll draw fire and we can then use their muzzle flash to spot them, unless they have Commando flash suppressors.”

“I doubt they’re that current; let’s get these two trees here.” David stopped and fell from his crouching position to a clear firing aspect. Lorrie found shelter almost next to him. They both used their night vision goggles and picked up three advancing spooks. 

That was the good news. The bad news was that they were firing and did have flash suppressors. Lorrie and David did not. Nevertheless, they fired quickly and the three spooks dropped.

Almost instinctively, Lorrie took off a titanium shoe, threw it off to their left, and waited while she watched through her goggles. A burst of fire was directed toward the shoe and suddenly two spooks came up in her sights.  She fired and they fell.

“Good one, hon; I’ll try the same.” He did, and three spooks came up in his sights. Then, again, with that same silent communication, they had the idea. They began removing their titanium wear and tossing the parts in different ways and in different directions of the forest behind them. Within seconds, they were wearing only black.  They attached their night vision goggles and waited.

For a few moments, the gunfire ceased.

Suddenly there were spooks on all sides of them—but not directly in front of them. They pressed against their protective trees and held their solid black ordnance bags next to them. They also held their breath.

A couple of shots came from somewhere behind and to their left.  A spook had seen the dull glint of a titanium part.

David and Lorrie looked and nodded to each other—to go around their respective trunks very carefully, once the last spook was an inch past the horizontal plane from them.

A constant whooshing sound was all that told them of their killers.

A moment following a pause in the passage of spooks past that horizontal plane, Lorrie and David edged around their respective trees and crouched almost to the ground. Here in a boreal forest, they employed all those hours of hard physical training that enabled them learn to do things they never thought they were capable of doing. The only sound telling of their presence was their soft breathing. The underbrush moved silently before their hands and then retracted silently behind their legs. Very shortly, they were in sight of the rough road and a burning jeep.

The jeep behind it was empty. To their right was another jeep. This one had four spooks laughing and smoking while they listened to the gunfire that they believed was killing their quarry. They had left the engine on to save the battery while they used the jeep’s high beams as the mood lighting for their nocturnal and boreal bash.

“Silencers and Glocks, hon.” Lorrie nodded in the dark.

The four guffawing and inhaling men in black all hit the ground at the same moment. David may be faster getting off three but Lorrie was his equal in twos. 

The jeep was pointed in the direction of their outlet trail. 

David drove and Lorrie gathered the ordnance form the back seat as well as anything holding a strap with a weapon attached. Over the whine of the jeep and in between some extremely nasty bumps, Lorrie, “I have our spot on the GPS but I think we should go into the bush anywhere but there:’’

“Agreed; so anywhere you want, hon.”

Lorrie laughed a little and wasn’t sure if it was relief or hope—or simply love. 

What a honeymoon

Lorrie tapped David on the shoulder as he skidded around a twist in the track where falling pieces of the trees had formed a rusty carpet.

 “I think it’s better to go past our entrance. They’ll know where we’re headed and would think we would not go on our entrance trail, but I think they’d believe we’d want to get out faster and begin our trek before our entering spot.”

“Excellent, hon. And I have a strange feeling that this isn’t over yet.  I’ll slow down and you look for a spot where we can agree is more worn or used or beaten down than other parts we’ve passed.”

“Okay, Sweets.”  She draped herself over his shoulders and peered keenly at the trackside for signs of use. David dropped his speed even lower while they both used the high beams to do their scouting.
“There.”  Lorrie grabbed David’s arm while he slid to a halt. “Look there, Sweets; what do you think?”

David got out for a closer look and Lorrie was beside him.They both nodded before they spoke.

“This is it, hon.”

“Want to tell me your brilliant scheme?”

“Nope. May not happen. Let’s get the jeep back near our entrance path and hoof it.”

Lorrie silently jumped into her seat while David spun the jeep and headed back to their GPS entrance spot where he turned the jeep to face the proper direction. They doused the lights after grabbing all the ordnance whey could carry and ran flat out to their new exit point. They had on their night goggles again and the spot selected by David looked even more used the farther into the bush they stalked at full speed.

After four or five minutes, they could see a very minor clearing to their right. At this point, the minimal path widened, as if inviting an entrant to pick this spot to enter the “Private Property”.

David put out his arm and stopped Lorrie.

“Careful here, hon. Tread carefully.  Look for a trip wire or anything manmade—even a hump of dirt or leaves.”

Then they saw it.

Only ten yards or so from the vague trail, was a small heap of leaves and brush. As they drew near it, the sound of racing motors could be heard some hundred yards away on the track. Then the motors stopped and a sinister silence draped over the entire area. 

Lorrie knew that David had suspected that there were even more reinforcements for the spooks if only the grunts, bush beaters, and computer geeks. They both knew that if anyone escaped to tell the competition; and even the rest of the world, about their nefarious outpost in the boreal forest that it would be the destruction of their efforts to profit from their theft of both secrets and patented material. They paused only a moment before racing toward their goal.

They reached the heap in seconds and David immediately began scraping the covering matter to one side.

And there it was.

A control panel and a lever.

Lorrie gasped.  “You mean . . . really, David?”

“Really, hon. Now lets get all our ordnance ready. Grenades, pistols, the AKs and whatever those guys had in the jeep.”

“Okay, Sweets; should we spread it around to give the effect of numbers? 

“Yes ma’am.”

They immediately reviewed, assembled, loaded, cocked, attached suppressors, and gathered a couple of grenade piles.

“What will it be like, Sweets; any idea?” Lorrie whispered.

“None. Showtime for us too; have to wait though.”

They settled into silence. 

After almost three minutes, they both detected a rustling in front of them, although their goggles couldn’t pick up any figures yet.

“Be sure and take off your goggles when I give the word, okay?”

“Gotcha, Sweets.”

Lorrie nestled down behind her favorite pick, a tree trunk that had some undergrowth near the bottom of the trunk that could, she hoped, conceal any muzzle flashes.

“About ten seconds, hon; I can feel them getting close enough.”

Lorrie was silent while David counted down, and on zero, he pulled the lever.


End of Chapter Nine

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