Firestorm: Book III of the Wildfire Saga Read Online Free PDF

but Admiral Bennet had insisted.   Cooper was glad he also insisted on backup measures.   "All right, go on my mark.   Three, two…"
    A blip appeared on his HUD.   "Standby one!   Standby one!"   he called out.
    "What gives? " barked Switchplate.  
    “Negative—I got the drone on my HUD!” called out Cooper.
    " What?" asked Switchplate.   "That's impossible—”
    “If I can see it, they can too.”
    “Our cover’s blown, they know we're here,” warned Charlie.
    "Missile launch!" announced Sparky.   "Got a SAM—looks like a Stinger!"
    "Enough of this bullshit."   Cooper switched frequencies to contact the pilot of the B-2 stealth bomber orbiting a few dozen miles away.   “Reaper, Striker 2-1, Actual, how copy?"
    "Actual, this is Reaper.   Go ahead, got you five by five.”
    “Things just went tits up–"
    “Missile launch!   They're going after the drone,” reported Sparky.  
    Exterior lights flicked on and illuminated the snow all around the chalet.   A dozen figures emerged out of hiding spots in snow-covered bunkers between the SEALs and their target.
    “Well, this just got harder,” muttered Jax.
    “Reaper, be advised, we’re painting the target–" Cooper said, gesturing   at Sparky.
    "On it," the sniper replied.   He aimed an infrared targeter at the largest chimney on the chalet.   “Locked.”
    “Reaper, Actual—target painted," Cooper said in clipped tones.
    "Roger that, Actual, we got a good signal.   Payload is primed and locked on.   Fire on your word.”
    “Fire!” ordered Cooper.   He turned to the right.   "Sparky, keep that signal locked on.”   Snow puffed to the left of him on the other side of the boulder.  
    "They made us!" called out Charlie.
    “Really?   I hadn’t noticed,” shot back Jax.
    “Cut the chatter and light ‘em up!” barked Cooper.
    " Team 2 moving in, ” growled Switchplate.   Cooper watched the blue blips on his screen representing Switchplate’s squad moving across the open snowfield east of the chalet.
    "Team 1 moving!" called out Cooper.   "Go!”   His SEALs flanked the boulder and surprised half a dozen guards in the middle of the snowfield.   Cooper's wraiths cut the guards down with silenced weapons before they could raise an alarm.   The SEALs moved past the red snow and continued toward the chalet.
    In his mind's eye, he could see the B-2 bomber dropping its 'bunker buster' precision guided bomb with an experimental EMP warhead.   Reginald's men had spotted their drone trying to jam their communications and shot it out of the sky.   But there was more than one way to shut down the chalet without killing everyone on the mountaintop.  
    General Rykker had first made him aware of the bunker buster EMP.   The Army's Aberdeen Proving Grounds had come up with a way to attach a small EMP device to smart bombs.   Instead of an explosive warhead, the bomb’s reinforced shell smashed through structures and buried itself deep under an enemy fortification.   When it reached its target depth, the EMP device detonated, sending out an electronic shockwave that fried or disabled everything not hardened against a direct nuclear strike.  
    If Reginald found out his chalet was under attack international operations against Council assets around the world could be jeopardized.   Reginald's headquarters had to be taken out first.
    Cooper had agreed with general Rykker that dropping a few Daisy cutters on top of the mountain and wiping it clean was the best plan.   Cooler heads prevailed, however and the Brass concluded gathering intelligence or even capturing Reginald himself in the chalet far outweighed its utter destruction.
    "Duck and cover, Striker Actual, payload is inbound your location in ten…nine…eight…”
    “All units Striker, hit the deck!" Cooper called out.   He dove to the snow as a new group of guards appeared and fired at random into the darkness.   Cooper heard someone shout, then the ground rumbled.   He