by Vanessa Kier
Thank heavens. WAR needed another pilot with Seth’s level of combat experience.
When Marcus and Dev entered the office, they found their teammate Levine standing at the window. Levine had one hand fisted by his side. The other gripped the side of the frame.
Marcus caught the expression on Levine’s face and swore under his breath.
“Yeah,” Dev murmured, throwing Levine a sympathetic glance.
Marcus checked to see what had Levine looking so lost.
Out on the tarmac, Seth was walking around the Black Hawk with an expression of such joy, it hurt to watch. Yeah, any flier would recognize the bond Seth had with helicopters. But Levine would understand Seth’s position better than anyone. Levine had lost his ability to fly fighter jets after his accident. He’d recovered enough to fly cargo and passenger planes, but he’d never again be able to tolerate the high g’s associated with flying the fighters that had once been as integral to his life as helicopters had been to Seth’s.
A fist tightened around Marcus’s heart. He couldn’t imagine being denied his one true love. Suddenly finding the atmosphere inside the office suffocating, he nodded at the back door to let Dev know where he was going, then walked outside. He’d give Seth and Levine another five minutes to deal with their memories and emotions.
Marcus pulled out his phone.
“Are you done already?” Kris asked when he answered the call.
“No. We haven’t even started. But he’s in.”
There was a long pause. “Are you certain? You’ve been calling Jarrod your evil twin for years. What’s changed?”
Marcus sighed. Kris was only just back from his tour with Azumah, so he hadn’t been briefed yet on Marcus’s testimony to the CID. “Evil twin was an affectionate nickname partly based on our rivalry and partly due to another issue between us, which we’ve just hashed out.” He walked around the side of the office building and spotted Seth sitting in the cockpit. Yeah, that’s where the man belonged. “Listen, I’m confident it will take only a short time to bring his flying skills back up to fighting level. We need him. He’s a fighter who won’t give up. I believe his time on the run proved that he’s innovative enough to handle any situation that’s thrown his way. He’ll be an asset to the team.”
“And if he betrays us?”
Marcus snorted. “He won’t. Seth is as loyal as they come.”
“All right. I’ll let Azumah know. But if he fucks up, it’s on you.”
“Understood.”
Marcus stared into space a moment after Kris hung up. Then, shaking himself back to the present, he returned to the office, grabbed his helmet and his clipboard, and strode out to the waiting helicopter.
“All right, Parakeet,” Marcus said. “You’re in. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Seth glared at him. “I’m not joining if you insist on calling me by that stupid nickname.”
Marcus grinned. Their first squadron leader kept mispronouncing Seth’s last name as Jarrett, which one of the guys pointed out sounded like Parrot. As a joke, the rest of the squad started calling Seth Parakeet instead. “I don’t know, think you’re up to earning another one?”
“Damn straight.”
Marcus snorted and pulled on his helmet. “We’ll see.”
Several minutes later, Seth whooped as the Black Hawk lifted into the air. “Watch out boys and girls. I’m back!”
“Yeah,” Marcus said. “Welcome home.”
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Excerpt from Vengeance
by Vanessa Kier
Wednesday, Late Afternoon
Surgical Strike Unit Training Compound
Oregon
Jenna Paterson had five minutes to rescue the hostage.
She nodded and her partner rammed open the door. With steady hands, Jenna pulled the pin on a flash grenade and lobbed it into the room. She quickly turned her head away, closing her eyes to protect her vision against the brilliant explosion. Then waited for her team leader to give the signal to enter. Thankfully, the shock of the grenade had startled the hostage inside into silence. Jenna had been afraid that one more minute of listening to the woman’s terrified screams would throw her back to the night two years ago when she’d been attacked.
Don’t remember, she warned herself. It’s not the same. You’re not the victim this time. Your job is to save this poor woman from further abuse at the hands of the terrorists.
Yet her body wasn’t buying it. Her stomach tightened in dread and her mouth was as dry as the paint on a da Vinci. She pressed her back tightly against the cheap plasterboard wall of the hallway. Inhaled the scent of the grenade’s fumes and underneath that, the nauseating mixture of fresh paint and fresh blood. She tightened her grip on her rifle and hoped the team leader would give the go-ahead before her nerves got the better of her.
Stick to the plan, the voice inside her head chanted. These are not the men who attacked you. That’s not Kai in there.
Jenna clenched her teeth. She was better now. She was. She hadn’t frozen during action since the last time they’d rescued a female prisoner in the middle of being raped.
“Go!” The voice of her team leader came clearly over the headset. At a nod from her partner, Jenna drew in a deep breath and counted to five. He went through the door first, high and to the left followed by Jenna rolling low and to the right.
The next minutes were a surrealistic blur. Muzzle flashes turned the lingering smoke from the grenade into a multicolored cloud. The hostage cried out in fear, not realizing she was being rescued. The terrorists grunted in pain, writhing in grotesque death dances as the bullets from Jenna’s teammates found their targets.
Then, suddenly, silence. Jenna lay on her stomach, panting, her heart racing as she searched for another target. But the room was still.
Three short bursts from a whistle signaled the end of the exercise. The house lights came up and the experienced Surgical Strike Unit operators who’d been playing the terrorists rose to their feet, laser tagged vests glowing where they’d been “hit” by her team’s fire.
One of the terrorists pulled off his baseball cap, revealing sweat-stained blond hair. For a second he looked so much like Kai that Jenna turned her weapon toward him before reality returned. Reeling
from the close call, she quickly lowered her weapon.
Thank God the man hadn’t noticed her targeting him. She never would have lived that one down. As she pushed hastily to her feet she snuck a glance at the rest of the room to make sure no one else had seen. And met the fierce chocolate eyes of Niko Andros.
Her heart stuttered. Didn’t that figure? The one person who’d observed her slip was today’s guest trainer, the man her classmates spoke about in awed whispers. The man who, with the predatory stillness of his body and the wary intelligence in his eyes, reminded Jenna of a falcon.
Jenna did her best to act casual, like nothing had happened, but Niko glanced from her weapon to the guy she’d almost shot and raised one eyebrow. Damn. She shrugged and forced a slight smile, hoping Niko would chalk her edginess up to adrenaline.
After holding her gaze for an uncomfortable moment, Niko’s expression shifted from questioning to a banked heat that caused an alarming frisson of sexual awareness to shoot through her. Feeling her cheeks flush, she quickly turned away.
Her stomach churned with nausea. She couldn’t handle this. Not now. Yes, she’d worked hard since the rape to get over her fear of being the object of a man’s sexual interest. She couldn’t train with guys and not expect to receive a few suggestive looks or comments. But until today she’d never felt anything but revulsion in response to a man’s attention.
The doctors would say that her appreciation of Niko as a male was a positive step. Yet even as a brief image of her running her fingers through his short dark hair flashed in her mind, panic began a familiar beat in her veins.
She had to get out of here. Had to—
“Hey, you okay?” her partner Elliot asked. She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. Afraid he’d see her fear. Hoping he hadn’t seen the look Niko had given her. What could she say? “I’m scared to death because for the first time in two years I’m actually feeling attraction toward a man, but all I can remember when I think of sex is pain and blood?” Yeah, that would go over well.
Thankfully, Elliot didn’t push for a better answer. Ignoring her trembling legs, Jenna followed him and the rest of her teammates outside where their trainers waited to review the afternoon’s exercise. One of a handful of privately run special operations groups that had sprung up in recent years, the Surgical Strike Unit, or SSU, had one of the best reputations for skilled operators in the world. Which meant their trainers accepted nothing but success.
The “terrorists” and the “hostage” moved into place in the center of the assembly area, then the senior trainer read out the statistics. Jenna had killed every one of her targets. She nodded, relieved that her nerves hadn’t affected her performance and proud that she hadn’t even hesitated this time. Not like during the exercise a month ago, when seeing the victim pinned face down under her attacker had thrown Jenna back to the night she and her family had been attacked. Trapped in memories, she’d lost awareness of the action around her. When the exercise had finished and the trainers turned up the lights it took them five minutes to bring her attention back to the present.
From his position in line with the other trainers, Niko mouthed “Good job” at her. Jenna managed a slight nod in response, then looked away before he sensed the panic his continued attention caused her.
Taking slow, deep breaths, Jenna told herself Niko wasn’t a threat. Besides, she wouldn’t see him again after today. Rumor had it that he’d been pulled out of deep cover in Afghanistan when his joint mission with the DEA had been compromised, but that Niko was headed back to Afghanistan the day after tomorrow to set things right.
So, all she had to do was avoid appearing too nervous for the rest of the afternoon, and she wouldn’t have to worry about his effect on her any more. Thankfully, no one else on the team threatened to break her reputation for being impervious to emotion. After two years of struggling to keep herself together so she wouldn’t be thrown out of the training program due to psychological instability, she couldn’t afford to have her suitability as an operator questioned now. Not with only four months until graduation.
“Hey, Thompkins, you shot out my knee again, you moron,” one of the trainees jibed. “I’m your partner, not a damn terrorist, man.”
Thompkins shot his roommate a one-fingered salute. “If you’d moved your lazy ass out of the way you wouldn’t have been shot.”
The man next to Jenna snorted. “Right. That’s what? Excuse number five hundred and twelve? Face it, you’re never gonna be as good as Paterson, here. Beat by a girl.”
“Yeah, she’s accurate. When she doesn’t freeze up and get herself killed,” Thompkins groused.
There was an awkward pause as everyone’s eyes turned to Jenna. “It only happened once,” she muttered, feeling her cheeks heat at the unaccustomed attention. Her teammates didn’t usually include her in their banter. “I’m not the one who just shot his partner for the second time this week.”
Thompkins blinked in surprise over her retort. Usually she kept her mouth shut.
“Ha! Don’t mess with Jenna, boys. She’s got bite.” Tracy Wardynski, the only other female in their training class, bumped her shoulder companionably against Jenna’s.
Jenna allowed the contact, although it hinted at a camaraderie she didn’t feel. The attack on her family had destroyed her ability to connect with others. Her heart was a cold, barren place with no room for anything but vengeance. Friendship was a risk she refused to take.
Yet she had to quell an inexplicable urge to glance over at Niko.
After the trainees and role-playing agents finished their reports, the senior trainer stepped to the center of the group, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Well done, team,” the trainer said. Then he gave them a dangerous smile that had all of them groaning. “Gear up and head to these coordinates,” he barked, reading off longitude and latitude. “You have half an hour to get there. Starting…now!”
Jenna typed the coordinates into her watch, then sprinted down the trail with the rest of the trainees.
Vengeance, Book One in the SSU series, is available now.
Also by Vanessa Kier
The Surgical Strike Unit (SSU) Series
Vengeance - Book 1
Betrayal - Book 2
Retribution - Book 3
Payback - Book 3.5
Aftermath - Book 4
Undercover - Bonus Novella
The WAR Series
WAR: Disruption - Book 1
WAR: Intrusion - Book 2
WAR: Opposition - Book 3
WAR: Retaliation - Book 4 (Coming 2017)*
*Available for preorder at select retailers.
Acknowledgments
Congratulations and thank you to Sally Mitchell for naming the benefit concert. She submitted the winning entry Shine a Light to the naming contest I held among my newsletter subscribers.
To my wide group of writer friends who listened to me gripe when this book wasn’t going well and shared in my delight when it all came together, thank you! You helped keep me sane and prevented me from giving up.
As usual, I picked the brains of several experts while writing this book. I’d like to thank the following:
Adrienne—for the brainstorming and for pointing out that this book wasn’t about Dev, but Kirra
Jil—for acting out the fallen tree scene with Morgan
Marie Dry—for helping with South African terms
Morgan—for taking me to the gun range and answering all of my firearms and action/adventure related questions
Scott and Sandy Parks—for responding to my long list of aviation questions
Shannon—for her feedback on the concert setup
If I’ve forgotten anyone, please forgive me!
Any inaccuracies are entirely my fault.
I’d also like to thank my production team: my editor Theresa, my proofreader Angela, and my cover designer Frauke. These books wouldn’t be what they are without their talent and dedication.
Most
of all, I want to thank my family for their continued support. I love you.
About the Author
Vanessa Kier spends way too much time thinking up ways she can torture her characters. A worst-case scenario thinker, she's been creating stories in her head since childhood. Now she’s found her niche in writing romantic thrillers that combine intense emotion with action-packed plots. The author of six books in The Surgical Strike Unit series about a privately run special operations group, she has set her new series WAR in West Africa, where she lived for a time.
When she’s not writing, listening to music, or playing puzzle games on her mobile device, Vanessa writes the occasional Tech Talk column for her local RWA chapter's newsletter and takes long hikes in the nearby hills.
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Copyright © 2016 by Vanessa Kier.
Excerpt from Vengeance copyright © 2013 by Vanessa Kier
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