Exposure (Jackson Chase Novella Book 1) Read Online Free

in the back with the gun mount and the goats. After the first one goes down, all of his buddies were going to light off their AKs, and we were going to lose one layer of surprise.
    Best choice would be to take the guards first, and hit the truck when we went loud inside, since the jig would be up at that point. I knew Barr would be running through this shift in the tactical situation and would come to the same conclusion.
    “Angel, Hammer Actual. Stay on the rover. When we breach, take the truck. On my go.”
    We waited only a few seconds for him to begin his countdown, “Three, two, one. Go.”
    The rover had passed our position and was proceeding west in a lazy walk with his AK slung over his back. A second after the “go” he folded like a rag doll. Angel had taken him with a head shot. The only noise I heard was his body hitting the ground.
    “North door clear,” I said on the net.
    “East clear,” Barr returned, indicating he had taken his target as well. This was followed by, “Doors,” which reminded us to approach the doors.
    I really needed that reminder, since I thought we were all supposed to go to the ice cream shop.
    Monkey and I approached the north door in a tactical crouch, weapons ready. The door opened on the left side, so I positioned myself there, and Monkey took station on the right side, as we had rehearsed.
    “In position,” I broadcast.
    “Three, two, one. Go!” came over the net. I struck the old wooden door hard with the heel of my boot just above the knob.
    It slammed hard ajar, and several things happened in a matter of less than four seconds.
    First, Monkey crossed in front of me and took the center to left cone of responsibility. Two phfft sounds came immediately out of his suppressed M4 as he took down one tango standing in the center of the room.
    “Tango One down,” he clipped over the net, resuming his swivel.
    I heard a thump from the room next door, followed by “Two,” over the net.
    My slice of the room was center to right, so I held my weapon left-handed for entry. On the right-side wall, two bearded men sat at a small table having tea. One froze, his eyes wide with fear. The other turned to grab his weapon leaning against the wall. I took him out first with one shot to the temple, pivoted a few degrees and took out the second.
    “Three and four down,” I added, still scanning.
    There was one room left. Monkey crossed the center of the room moving to the next doorway. We went through the threshold simultaneously, him low and left while I took the right. Empty.
    “Clear,” I said over the radio.
    Barr echoed the same over the net, indicating that all threats had been taken out in the two rooms on his side of the house.
    We each took a breath, and then heard the noise outside.
    It sounded like AKs firing. The Angels had heard our “clear” and knew Barr would want an update.
    “Hammer, Angel Two. Three in the technical are down, two are dug in. Angel One is flanking. We have this covered.” He was as cool as ice, and knew that we still had a mission to pursue. Splitting up was their best tactical approach.
    I led our four into the second room we had cleared. It looked like a bedroom, with carpets and two small mattresses. It was no different than when I had been here more than a year before.
    I moved to the left corner, away from the small window. Pointing to Barr and then the mattress, I signaled for him to grab one side and help me toss it out of the way. Monkey and Hammer Two, or “Dutch” as he was known, stayed ready covering our six and the floor.
    Moving the mattress revealed the trap door in the floor. Barr pulled a flash-bang off his vest and signaled me to open the door.
    I did, and Barr tossed in the flash bang. I let the door lower slightly to protect our night vision. As soon as it went off, delivering a flash of light and noise meant to temporarily disable the enemy, I pulled the door back open. Monkey flew down the steps, followed by Barr. There