Echo Six: Black Ops 8 - ISIS Killing Fields Read Online Free PDF Page B

impossible to confirm if it was true or just an urban legend, but it sure felt like it was true once you’d driven a few klicks in one of the wrecks.
    He was in the lead Rover, staring ahead through his binoculars and about to point out where the track veered to the northwest up ahead. Before he could open his mouth, the Pole had to fight the steering as the front wheels bounced into a deep rut, almost causing them to overturn.
    He glanced in the mirror, but the two vehicles following had seen them swerve and steered away. He brought his gaze back to the driver, and then focused his eyes on a movement he’d seen in the distance. Smoke. No, it was sand. A vehicle, or multiple vehicles, was moving somewhere out there. In this place, it could mean trouble. Trouble called ISIS. He turned to his number two, Sergeant Guy Welland. Guy was a veteran of the British SAS, the Special Air Service. He had the best tactical brain of any soldier he’d ever known.
    “Over there, you see it?”
    Welland had seen the direction of his gaze and had his binoculars to his eyes, staring into the distance. “It looks like a small truck, could be a technical. ”
    Technical was the name given to the small, domestic trucks used by insurgents to mount heavy machine guns and even small missile systems.
    He didn’t bother using his own glasses. Guy Welland had better eyesight than most birds of prey. If he’d called it as a small truck, that’s what it was.
    “We need to check it out. Could be smugglers, maybe, or even a local warband out to cause trouble by robbing the locals.”
    I just hope to Christ it’s not ISIS. I was beginning to enjoy a peaceful life at Sykes. The last thing we need is ISIS starting a new campaign.
    He shouted at the driver, “Bielski, get after them.”
    The Pole muttered something inaudible over the roar of the misfiring engine and adjusted the steering to put them on an intercept course. Talley pressed the talk switch on his headset.
    “Rovere, we’ve sighted possible bandits. We’re going after them.”
    The Italian didn’t sound too troubled. “As long as it doesn’t make us late getting back. You know I have a dinner date.”
    “Lieutenant, you’ve about gone through every available female back at Sykes. Is this the last one?”
    Rovere’s reply was immediate, “Love is like a child, that longs for everything it can come by.”
    He sighed. Domenico Rovere had a reputation as a ladies’ man, as well as a devoted slave to every word written by William Shakespeare. He never let an opportunity pass to reinforce that reputation. There were maybe three or four eligible young women at Sykes, and they all knew he’d made it a priority to sample the delights of each one. Although where he anticipated finding a restaurant in the middle of the Iraqi desert was a mystery. Maybe he’d woo them to bed with a Shakespearean sonnet.
    Maybe not!
    “Put it out of your mind, Rovere. Tell Roy to follow us, and make sure your men are ready. It could be nothing, just smugglers, even a local Mohammed moving house. On the other hand, it could be…”
    “ISIS.” The voice that came over the radio belonged to the man in command of the third vehicle. Roy Reynolds, the black former Delta Force Sergeant, and built like a house. Talley had split the 'hard men' between the three vehicles. Guy was with him, Buchmann, the giant German rode with Rovere, and in command of the third Rover was Reynolds.
    “ISIS hasn't been around much lately, not in this patch of desert. They say it’s just routine, but who knows?”
    Guy tapped him on the arm. “Boss, they’re back.” He was still staring through binoculars.
    “They?”
    “The Islamic State. I can see the flag. They’re flying the black ISIS flag, and the truck has the usual complement of men in black pajamas riding in back.”
    “Shit. What about heavy weapons?”
    “That’s a negative, far as I can see.”
    “Roger that. Bielski, put the pedal to the metal. Catch up