Smoke and Shadows
Authors: Victoria Paige
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Thrillers, #Military, #Romance, #Romantic Suspense, #Mystery & Suspense, #Suspense
SMOKE AND SHADOWS
By Victoria Paige
Copyright © 2014 Victoria Paige
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To Lynn, who continues to read my unedited work and encourages me to find that perfect word . . . love you, girl!
For the awesome ladies over at Dirty Girls: I look forward to our online chats—sharing our love for alpha males, great reads, and every spice of life. Your incomparable support and insight are priceless and show me the true meaning of sisterhood.
To my wonderful editors, Virginia and Becky, for the amazing job you did on my manuscript.
To all the beta readers and advance-copy reviewers who took the time to put annotations in the manuscript to get it as close to perfect as possible for publication.
The collective strength of the reading community helps me grow as an author.
Thank you very much!
The Guardians Glossary
Artemis Guardian Services (AGS)
- “The Guardians,” as they are known by most of their clients, specialize in small team surgical incursions: Organized crime takedowns; K and R (kidnap and ransom); DoD covert ops that are too politically high-risk; corporate security enforcement (usually involving questionable and deadly force); and recently (and seemingly with increasing frequency) protective custody detail outsourced by the US Marshals Service. Work frequently with CIA, DoD, NSA, FBI, DEA, ATF and Interpol.
Principal owner: Viktor Baran, ex-Special Forces
Guardians in this book:
Maia Pierce
Nathan Stark
Steve Manning
John Edmunds
Rebecca Olsen
Braden Connelly, ex-Army Ranger
Data Analysts:
Tim Burns
Holly Nolan
McCord Defense Industries (MDI)
- company that designs and manufactures advanced small arms weapons that are efficient in urban warfare. Specializes in advanced carbine weapons, explosives, and untraceable tracking devices. Well known for its MD-Bandit drones—a small reconnaissance aircraft capable of firing air-to-surface missiles. Top military contractor for the DoD.
Principal owner: Jack McCord, ex-Navy SEAL (part owner of AGS)
VP of Operations and Design: Derek Lockwood, ex-Special Forces, also a contractor of AGS
Central Intelligence Agency (CIA)
Director of Clandestine Service (black ops): Kyle Yeager
Black ops team lead: Marissa Cole
Analyst: Allison Guthrie
Other Agencies frequently mentioned in this book
FBI - Federal Bureau of Investigation, also known as feds
DHS - Department of Homeland Security
MPD - Metropolitan Police Department, Washington DC police
NSA - National Security Agency
Other Acronyms
RPG - Rocket-propelled grenade
NOC - Non-Official Cover. The undercover aliases of agents on the field. Agents frequently on NOC assignments are disavowed by the people or agencies hiring them if they are discovered.
HUMINT
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Human intelligence. Information gathered from human assets/informants.
SIGINT- Signal intelligence. Information gathered between people like cell phone signals.
OSINT - Open-source intelligence like digital information available on cyberspace, newspapers etc.
NKUF - National Korean Unification Front
CHAPTER ONE
Snow blanketed the mountains of West Virginia. A blizzard had swept through the east coast three days ago and dropped sixteen inches of powder, but the warming trend had turned the once pristine cover into a slushy mess. The whiteness reflected brightly, not only from the ground, but also from the snow-laden limbs of skeletal trees and evergreens. For Viktor Baran, these conditions were not ideal for extraction because the concealment of a night incursion was decreased, but their target, “Black Wolf,” was running out of time.
It was by sheer luck that the human intel (HUMINT) provided by the CIA became their best lead because the Guardians’ digital network turned up shit. Who would have thought that the perpetrators would hole up in an abandoned coal mine? It certainly didn’t look abandoned now with a generator cranking loudly and disrupting the stillness of the January evening.
“We’re in position,” Derek Lockwood’s voice crackled through comms.
Viktor raised his binoculars to do final recon on the entrance of the mine and spied Derek and two other Guardians blending with their surroundings in their white camouflage gear and light-colored assault rifles.
“Go in hot,” Viktor ordered. “In three, two…” He pressed the trigger to disable the generator, causing the equipment to falter and cut off. The mine was plunged into darkness.
Derek threw a stun grenade into the mouth of the tunnel and barrelled in after the explosion. It wasn’t long before an exchange of gunfire broke through their communications channel.
Viktor loped down the hill and slammed against the side of the open mine shaft with his assault rifle at the ready. The barrage of gunfire was intermittent now. He did a quick check before following the other men in. Using his night-vision goggles, he navigated down the ancient cavernous railroad path.
“Talk to me, Lockwood,” Viktor muttered when the shooting stopped.
“We’re clear,” Lockwood replied. “Hostiles are down. No twenty on Black Wolf.”
Viktor reached the intersection of three tunnels. At the junction was an open space where boxes of supplies were stacked against a craggy wall. An inverted wooden crate served as a table where electric shock instruments were laid out.
His mouth tightened.
A broken bottle of whiskey was on the floor along with two men bearing kill shots to the head. Blood was fast pooling around them. Viktor glanced to his right in time to see Manning nudge another body to its back and check for signs of life. The Guardian looked at Viktor and shook his head.
Damn, Lockwood went on a rampage
.
“I think I found him.” Derek’s tone held a grim excitement. “I’m breaking the locks.”
“Where are you?”
“East tunnel, about thirty yards in.”
Viktor jogged down the right tunnel, leaving Manning and Nathan Stark to stand guard as well as pack up any information they could gather from the scene. He heard Derek snap a round to get into the cell where the hostiles had kept their man for three weeks.
An unusual dread gripped his consciousness with what they might find.
As he rounded the bend into the small makeshift prison, the stench hit his nostrils, and Viktor’s gut clenched, hoping that they were not too late, and if their man were alive, he was not beyond saving—physically or mentally.
Derek lit an LED lamp and set it on the ground, illuminating the lone occupant of the cell who was sitting stoically on the hard stone floor. Viktor lifted his night-vision goggles and exhaled heavily. The person they were rescuing was almost unrecognizable because he had lost close to fifteen pounds if Viktor were to guess.
His trousers were torn and filthy, and he was barefoot. Viktor suspected that the ridiculously stretched-out knit sweater their man was wearing hid evidence of torture. With his grimy, dark hair, and full beard, the man looked like a typical vagrant, but his slate blue eyes, though vacant at the moment, unmistakably belonged to one person.
Jack McCord.
“Are they all dead?” Jack’s raspy voice was so chillingly calm that Viktor raised a brow.
“I think we got them all, buddy,” Derek replied quietly as he helped his friend stand up.
“You’re not sure?”
“Jack—”
“Because I want to fucking gut every last one of them involved in killing my wife.”
*****
Three weeks earlier
Viktor paced his office, phone to his ear, as he waited for Maia to answer her phone. Tension stiffened his spine. Something about this mission had spooked him, and that was a rare occurrence. Besides, it was just bodyguard detail for
Christ’s sake
, not an assault on a terrorist camp.
“Pierce.”
“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” Viktor asked.
“Jeez, Viktor,” Maia Pierce McCord chided him. “I was on the phone with Jack. My man misses me and wouldn’t let me hang up.”
Viktor grunted.
“So what’s up?” Maia continued when he didn’t answer.
“Just checking up on you. Are you guys ready to leave for the airport?”
“Just about. Stark’s escorting Ibrahim Nasir to the limo now.”
“Summit went okay?”
“I think an agreement has been reached regarding the chemical weapons,” Maia replied. “Hey—gotta go, Manning’s signaling me that the convoy’s heading out.”
Viktor struggled to tell her to be careful. “Katerina—”
But Maia already hung up.
Cursing himself for his moment of sentimentality, Viktor strode out of his office and headed to the datacenter where Tim Burns was busy setting up the feeds for the convoy’s route. His lead analyst didn’t look happy and was relieved when Viktor showed up.
“Thank Christ,” Tim said. “Viktor, would you please call someone at DCRI and tell them we need access to their street surveillance? They’ve been stonewalling us.”
“Fucking French Intelligence,” Viktor muttered, whipping out his phone to call his contact. “It’s Baran. What the fuck is going on? Your people are denying us access to your security feeds . . . well, fix the screw up.”
“Try it again after a few minutes,” Viktor told Tim. “Same code.” Switching his attention to Tim’s assistant, Holly Nolan, he said, “Are you keeping communications open with the team?”
“Yes, they’re heading out from the 8
th
arrondissement,” the twenty-two-year-old analyst replied. Holly was as nerdy as they came, sporting a pixie-style haircut and wearing horn-rimmed glasses. She was too easily frazzled to work at the datacenter during high-risk missions, but Viktor believed, after another year with AGS, he could instill some nerves of steel in her. “They’re turning right on Rue de Courcelles.”
“Put them up on speaker,” Viktor instructed. “Tim, what the hell is taking so long?”
Tim shot him an annoyed look. “Feeds are coming up now.”
A limousine was shown between two black SUVs. There were two motorcycle escorts guiding the convoy of Ibrahim Nasir—the whistleblower of Syria’s use of chemical weapons against civilians, and a possible contender to unite the opposition that could challenge the ruling Ba’ath Party in Syria. Nathan Stark and Rebecca Olsen were the Guardians in the lead car. Maia was with Nasir and his wife in the limo while Steve Manning and John Edmunds brought up the rear. Five Guardians were protecting the man that could bring peace to Syria.
