Special Forces: Operation Alpha: No Protection (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF

helmets, so no mics to communicate with you once we’re separated. I think one or two of you have lost your helmets too.”
    “Right,” Abe said, “but the two groups will need to have at least one mic’ed man each, so there’s communication if needed. I’ll teach the two of you a few hand signals to look for, in case we need you to move a certain way. Ella, you’ll be with the climbing team, since you’re good at that.”
    Ella nodded. The thought of climbing the wall in the dark sounded a bit scary. She’d only done it in daylight. “Are you sure that thing is long enough?” She looked skeptically at the gadget Abe was holding. He’d earlier explained how it worked, a small grappling hook attached to a lightweight motor that would shoot it up and attach onto the wall. “Are you sure it would even hold my weight?”
    “I’ve used it. It’s good,” Mozart assured her. “The hard part is the climbing. Nowadays, they use an ascender with a winch to hold your weight as you go up and down but that stuff is for sissies.”
    He said that with a smile. Talking about good-looking, this one was absolutely gorgeous. Like the others, he was covered in dirt and bloodied from combat, but he was poster-boy perfect for the navy. Not her type, but definitely head turning. Not like—
    “Not to mention the racket the machine would make to alert the enemy someone’s out by the wall.”
    Ella turned at the sound of Liam’s deep voice. Her heart went pitter-pat on its own. Not like him . He had a leaner face, with dark eyes that spoke to her, eyes that had stories to tell. Watching him saunter up to where they were was like watching a sleek panther on the prowl. God, even his saunter was sexy to her. She really, really had it bad for the man.
    “You don’t look happy,” she remarked, as he stopped beside her.
    He slanted her a side-ways glance, his eyes searching hers, then returned his attention to the pile of weaponry the men had divided up. No smartass comment? Something was definitely up.
    “Hawk has to check the whereabouts of some of his men,” Liam reported. “He’ll also directly contact Mad Dog to get us help.”
    “But will it be on time?” Zainab asked. She frowned in worry. “All this planning. We’re running out of time so quickly.”
    “Yes, but we know they don’t have any vehicles, or at least, enough vehicles, to move all the prisoners. They might take a few, but not all of them. They would need time to plan their next moves too because their two main ones have failed.”
    “Two?” Ella asked.
    Liam’s gaze returned to hers—direct, cutting. “To find the Big Four and you. And when that failed, to get a few SEALs for hostages. They want to make a statement. Leaving with one or two Peshmerga prisoners won’t be enough, so they’re sure to be planning something bigger. Their thing’s to create news and make the headlines. One or two unknown hostages would scarcely make their leaders happy. The one question I have is, why are you so special that they know your name? What do you have on your laptop, Fitz?”
    Ella blinked. She hadn’t really thought too much about the reasons behind the interest in capturing her. Of course she knew deep-down it had to do with her interview with the two female leaders, but there hadn’t been time since hearing her name on those men’s lips to truly analyze the situation.
    “Just articles I’ve written as well as research for my current project. Nothing that would reveal any secrets.” Those were in her head and also uploaded to the cloud for later, when she had time to work privately. “Interviews.”
    Liam raised a finger, as if he’d pinpointed the answer to his question. “With those leaders?”
    Ella nodded. “Yes, but really, I can’t see what they’re after. Most of my questions pertain to female fighters as warriors. I wasn’t interested in the politics of the PKK or the history of their fight for freedom. I leave that kind of stuff to