Whispered Lies
One
If he had to die today, he'd have preferred a warm climate and a bullet between the eyes over this.
Carlos Delgado had no one to blame but himself. He had agreed to take the lead on this screwed-up mission.
The routine HAHO -- high altitude, high opening -- jump from a Câ?? 130 came with a standard set of risks. First, his team had to hit a tiny spot in the French Alps near St. Gervais. Second, a midnight op upped the ante. Last, parachuting into a snowstorm kicked in the high-octane factor.
And those weren't even the best reasons for labeling this op suicidal.
He stretched his legs and lifted a hand to scratch his face, but stopped. The Gentex face mask itched like a son of a bitch, but breaking the seal between skin and mask would immediately lower the raised nitrogen level in his blood. That meant he'd have to abort the jump and scrub the mission since this op was planned with a minimum number of operatives.
With the mood his three teammates had been in when they went wheels up, someone would immediately accommodate his wish for a quick death.
But they'd show some restraint since none of them wanted to waste a day o ... read full excerpt from: Whispered Lies ebook
