Code Name: Bikini
Northern Afghanistan Winter DARKNESS.
Wind and death.
Trace O'Halloran didn't move. Cold dug under his Kevlar vest as he watched the rugged road below him.
Something moved over the snow-dusted ground near his feet. Another rat.
Red eyes glowed in the faint green light of his nightvision goggles. Only rats could survive in this godforsaken mountain pass in winter.
It was Christmas Eve. Back in the States, families sang hymns and parents assembled dollhouses to surprise wideeyed children while snow fell in the soft hush.
But here on a rugged plateau in Afghanistan, the cold was merciless and wind cut with icy fingers. Frostbite was unavoidable if he didn't find shelter soon. But the mission came first.
Trace leveled his gaze on the road three hundred feet below his hiding spot. He didn't think about the fresh wounds across his left wrist or the blood that darkened his forearm, courtesy of a difficult high altitude, low opening—HALO—jump.
Abruptly he felt movements in the night. Leaning forward, he read a change in energy patterns. A three-truck convoy crawled through the darkness. Their Kore ... read full excerpt from Code Name: Bikini ebook
