Operation: Rescue
South Pacific island of PilenauThe jungle heat was like a living thing, voracious and malign, sucking the life out of him, drop by precious drop. The black steel of the AK-47 was slick under his grip, damp with the moisture that hung in the air and made every breath he took an effort.
He had trained in the jungle, lived in it, made love in it. Hunted in it for the two-legged killers that hid in its green depths. But it was the last place in the world he'd want to die.
It was the last place Danny would want to die.
Derrick brushed back a heavy vine trailing across the path, then swore as a slim green snake tumbled onto the ground at his feet, twisted over the toe of his boot, righted itself and slithered out of sight. He couldn't tell if it was one of the half dozen or so types of poisonous snakes to be found in this damned jungle, and he didn't care. Snake bites w ... read full excerpt from Operation: Rescue ebook
