Fatal Tide
Chapter One
Northern Iraq
January 6, 1991
Cool water, smooth as glass as Kelby swam through it. Jesus, he was
thirsty. He knew all he had to do was open his lips and the water
would flow down his throat, but he wanted to see beyond the arched
doorway first. It was huge and ornately carved, beckoning him
forward....
Then he was through the arch and the city was spread before him.
Giant white columns built to stand forever. Streets laid out in
perfect order. Glory and symmetry everywhere ...
"Kelby."
He was being shaken. Nicholas. He came instantly alert. "Time?" he
whispered.
Nicholas nodded. "They should be coming back for you again in five
minutes. I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page. I've
decided we scratch the plan and I take them out by myself."
"Screw you."
"You'll blow it for both of us. You haven't had anything to eat or
drink in three days, and you looked like a truck ran over you when
they brought you back to the cell."
"Shut up. It hurts my throat to argue." He leaned back against the
stone wall and closed his eyes. "We go as we planned. I give the
word. Just tell me w ... read full excerpt from: Fatal Tide ebook