Wind River Undercover
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“I think,” Steve said, “that if more Americans traveled abroad, they’d see how rich America really is, and begin to understand just how lucky we are.”
“Yes, more inclusion, not exclusion,” Anna said. “There’s only one planet and whether people want to believe this or not, we’re all in this together. Why not work together to make it the best for everyone, not just a few rich billionaires or trillionaires?”
“Well,” Maud said, irony in her tone, “my parents are billionaires, but they’re using their money and giving back to lift humanity upward and bring that idea into alignment with the belief everyone deserves an education. And when you educate a child? You’ve given them their freedom to be all they can be. That’s what this country is all about: the dream that we can be whatever we want if we work hard enough.”
* * *
“Are you tired?” Gabe asked. They had come back to the condo an hour earlier, after the sun had set and they’d left the Whitcomb home. It was now nine P.M. Ace had been gifted with a huge doggy bed by Maud and Steve tonight, much to his delight. That bed was in the living room, which was his favorite place to hang out.
“Yes,” Anna admitted, putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. She rinsed her hands at the sink and towel dried them off. “A good kind of tired,” she added, turning and sliding her arms around Gabe’s neck. Their hips met and she lingered on the shape of his mouth, always hungry to press her lips to his. “A lot has happened in a short amount of time.”
He moved his hands down her shoulders, following the curve of her back, coming to a halt at her waist. “In the space of a week it’s as if our old world of DEA has been blown away and replaced by a new, better one,” he agreed, kissing the top of her head. “Maud and you get along so well together. I honestly don’t know who has more ideas: you or her.”
They laughed together.
“It’s going to take until next June to move into our new home on the ranch. Just in time to be ready for our wedding.”
“Maud’s already trying to get you to start furniture shopping online,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“And don’t forget the paint swatches, and her suggestions for the colors inside,” Anna said, grinning.
“I think it’s very nice that she is in Skype touch with your mother. Those two are going to be dangerous together.”
Her lips curved. “My mother is just as much a type A as your mother is. They’ve started a lovely friendship with each other. I can hardly wait until they meet.”
“Those two will huddle in Maud’s office and we’ll never see them again. They’re world changers and visionaries, but of the best kind,” he agreed.
“On a more serious topic, Gabe, I’m glad the Lincoln County prosecutor has agreed to help Elisha and his mother get into the Witness Protection program. That was a big load off both of us. He deserved something for warning us and saving our lives.”
“Yes,” he murmured, bringing her fully against him, her head resting on his shoulder, brow against his jaw. Times like this were what Gabe savored: the intimacy. It wasn’t always about sex. It was about loving Anna and her responding in kind to him. “They’re starting a new chapter in their lives just like we are.”
“Do you think Luke and Sky will find their mates?” she wondered, closing her eyes, sponging in his warmth, strength, and tenderness.
“I’m sure they will. Sky has admitted she wants to be home and she’s glad to be working as a medevac pilot with Andy and Dev.”
“What about Luke? He seems like such a Western tumbleweed.”
“No tumbleweeds in Guatemala, huh?” he teased. He felt her laugh and she kissed the side of his neck.
“No, none, but I’ve already seen them up here in Wyoming and Luke is just like them: always on the move.” She frowned. “I almost feel like he’s running from something . . . maybe the fact he’s adopted and he doesn’t know who his parents are. And now he’s just taken a job that will really tie him down. No more gallivanting and flying around the globe chasing wildfires.”
“Being adopted is something we all wrestle with, mi corazón. It can’t be helped. It’s part of who we are. I think Luke unconsciously doesn’t believe he is lovable or that someone would love him and that’s why he hasn’t settled down. That’s a wound adopted children always have. Some get over it. Others don’t, and I think he’s one of them. Maybe settling here in the valley will help him lose that wanderlust. When he sees how happy Andy and Dev are, and you and me? It may rub off on him.”
“Well,” she sighed, moving her hands slowly up and down his strong back, “let’s hold him in good thoughts. I never dreamed of being married, either. Or of finding the right man to love. It just never crossed my mind. Luke’s probably in the same lane as I was.”
“Because you were a lot like Luke: always on the move. As a sniper, you had to be or the cartel would have found you.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Anna admitted. “From the first time I met you, I felt this almost magical connection to you, Gabe. I sure fought it.”
“But,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, “love won out. Didn’t it?”
“Yes, yes it did.”
“We have a bright, hopeful future, Anna. Together.”
She snuggled her cheek into his shoulder. “Forever, mi corazón. Forever . . .”
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August 15
“Well, hell!”
Captain Andrea Whitcomb hissed out the epithet. She was in trouble. Her harness bit deeply into her shoulders as she hauled back on the stick of her A-10 Warthog, having swooped within fifty feet of a hill peppered with Taliban guns firing back at her. The Gatling gun beneath the nose of the aircraft made her entire body shake from the firepower she’d just delivered against the enemy.
It was dusk, the lurid red color of the sunset dying behind the Afghanistan mountains to the west. Her A-10 had a helluva lot of armor, especially around the seat of the cockpit where she sat, but bullets had done damage to both engines on her stalwart close air support jet. Her gloves were sweaty with adrenaline as she felt the gravity pinning her back against the seat. She silently pleaded with the ailing combat jet to climb and get the hell out of bullet range of her attackers.
Jerking a glance to her left, looking through NVGs, night vision goggles, she saw the Black Hawk helicopter was trying to make an escape out of that deadly valley. It had just dropped a SEAL team near the wall of the canyon when it came under fire. She had been called in from another mission to protect the Army helo. It was always dangerous dropping or picking up black ops, and it was done after dark, if possible.
This time? She was in trouble. And so was the Black Hawk. The Taliban weren’t stupid. They had the helo caught in a bracket, heavy fire aimed at its rotor assembly area. Their enemy knew if they could destroy that one mechanical mechanism, the helo was grounded and everyone on it would eventually be killed—by them.
Sucking in a breath of oxygen through her mask, eyes narrowed, Andy saw the warning black smoke issuing from the helo’s two turbo engines. Not good. Not good at all. There was a mountain range to the north end of this box-canyon-type valley and the helo was hobbling along, clawing for air and trying to get away from the bullets of the Taliban, too.
Her gaze snapped to the engine indicator, the dials telling her she was in equally bad shape as that limping-along Army helo. From muscle memory, she went into ejection-seat mode. First, mayday calls to Bagram. Her combat jet would have to be destroyed, provided she could safely eject out of the crippled craft. Nothing could be left of it to be picked through and then sold to China or Russia, who would want avionics, for starters, from the jet. There were so many top-secret black boxes on this jet, they had to be destroyed, instead of hoping a fire or explosion wou
ld do the job. She set the detonation assembly.
Her gloved hand flew over the cockpit array, prepping the jet for the series of internalized explosions that would be initiated upon crashing to the ground. Hopefully, with her ejected, the parachute opening and being far enough away from where the A-10 augured in, she’d survive this. A landing area was critical. She had a GPS radio on her flight suit and that would continually broadcast her whereabouts. That way, she could be picked up by either the Air Force or some other rescue operator helo that might be nearby. Sweat stood out on her upper lip, her mind moving at the speed of a computer.
The Warthog’s engines, that specific whistling sound that was protected by the helmet she wore, couldn’t be heard. But she could feel it lag and then a burst of surging power, and then her indicators would drop once more. She was losing power and altitude little by little. Barely at six thousand feet, heading north into those mountains, she could no longer see the Black Hawk because it was below her somewhere, barely creeping along at about fifteen hundred feet or so. Was it carrying a three- or four-man crew on board? Andy didn’t know. She completed her eject list and searched the rugged mountains looming up ahead of her. The ravines were covered with hardscrabble trees that clung to their rocky surface. The tallest peaks were at ten thousand feet. For the next minute, she homed in on where she wanted to eject, what the terrain looked like and if she could survive it once she jettisoned out of the cockpit.
The first engine flamed out. The craft listed for a moment before she used the rudders beneath her flight boots, and the stick, to keep the Warthog flying level, flying toward her objective in the darkening sky. One down. An A-10 could handle losing an engine and make it back to base provided it wasn’t shot up and coughing, like the second one was doing right now.
For a moment, the faces of her adopted mother and father, Steve and Maud, flashed before her eyes. She had been put on the step of a fire station and a firefighter had found her one cool May morning. She had been abandoned. Andy never found out who her mother was, but as luck would have it, she had been adopted months later and greatly loved by her new parents, who lived in Wind River, Wyoming.
She didn’t want to die! Not like this. Andy had spent years in the Air Force, and every rotation back into Afghanistan provided close air support to men and women on the ground. She loved her life, her mission. But now things were coming to an end. And she wasn’t sure if she’d survive.
For a moment, her attention was torn to eleven o’clock, to the left of where she flew. There was a small explosion, and she knew it had to be the Black Hawk hitting the rocky mountainside below and to the port side of her jet. It was the same area where she was going to eject into. Praying that the crew and two pilots made it out safely, her gaze flickered between the engine dial and where the small fire was below her. Then she focused on her own plight.
And then there was a huge explosion, a rolling red, yellow and orange fireball bursting out into the ebony darkness, lighting up a huge area around the helo. No one could survive that second explosion. Her heart ached for the crew.
The second engine sputtered and died. It flamed out, and she shut off the fuel line to it.
Automatically, her muscles puckered. Grabbing the lever, the cockpit Plexiglas separated with a loud bang around her.
Wind slammed and pummeled her masked and helmeted face. She was glad she had the NVGs in place over her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she initiated the ejection. In seconds, there was an explosion beneath her seat. Andy bit back a cry as her tightened nylon harness bit hard into her shoulders. Thrust into the cold darkness, the seat blew away from the now plummeting A-10.
Enclosed in darkness, Andy kept her elbows tightly pinned against her body. She kept her hands and arms stiff, holding them in place as the seat continued skyward. Just as the seat separated from her, she tumbled, hearing her chute begin to open somewhere above her.
Would it open completely? Her mind rattled between dying and wanting desperately to live. She was twenty-six years old, her whole life before her. If she made it out of this crash? She would leave the Air Force and find something in aviation. She loved to fly; she did not want to give it up, but she had to find something safer. The future wasn’t an issue; surviving this situation was.
She swung like a pendulum through the night, wind gusts pummeling her. She could see she was going to land somewhere along the edge of a ravine. There were scrub trees everywhere. There was no way she was going to avoid tangling with one of them.
Just then, the A-10 plunged down onto the mountainside to the right of her. It was a thousand feet higher in elevation from where she was presently drifting downward. Automatically, she opened her mouth to balance the pressure inside and outside her lungs. The pressure waves from the crash were like fists slamming into her. Yellow and orange fire erupted into several fireballs, telling her the string of explosions were the ones designed to destroy all the avionics. The whole area lit up in a surreal, shadowy reddish glow for a few seconds. It blinded her; she’d stupidly looked at the explosion and it blew her vision in the NVGs. She swung several more times in the sky, several smaller explosions occurring at the crash site.
The ground came up fast. Getting some of her night vision back, she saw the trees looming beneath her dangling boots. She kept her knees soft and slightly bent. In seconds, she slammed into a tree, branches and limbs snapping and breaking off beneath her. Leaves, twigs blew up around her. Andy’s legs were pummeled as her ascent slowed dramatically, her body crashing through the tree, bruises blooming all over her legs and arms.
She hit the ground, rocks biting into her one-piece flight uniform, letting out an “oooffff . . .” The straps of the chute gave her a soft landing. And then they untangled from the branches and the chute collapsed nearby.
Heart pounding, fear tunneling through her, Andy had no idea if there were Taliban nearby. They did not have night vision equipment and were known to camp at dark. Was she safe? Not safe? Was there a group in this ravine? She didn’t know.
Disoriented from the landing, she pulled off her helmet, setting it nearby. She unstrapped her pistol, keeping it easy to reach after sliding a round into the chamber, the safety off. Now, after all those yearly training sessions for just such a situation, Andy knew what to do. She made sure her GPS radio was on and broadcasting an invisible location beacon signal to anyone who might be hunting to pick her up.
The explosion she’d seen earlier showed she was about half a mile farther up on the ravine than the spot where the Black Hawk had crashed. Had anyone survived? She looked around, trying not to sob for air, adrenaline making her gasp. With trembling hands, she unsnapped the chute from her harness, dropping it to the ground.
Through her NVGs she couldn’t see far because of the thickets in the ravine itself.
First things first. She started to get up as two more minor but powerful explosions went off above her. Andy stood on shaky knees as she scrambled up the hill, slipping, falling on the field of rocks. Luckily, her Nomex gloves were on, protecting her hands from being sliced and cut, but her knees didn’t fare as well. Getting to the chute, she gathered it up between her arms. Taking it down to the tree she’d crashed through, she pushed it toward the trunk, getting down on her hands and knees, digging a hole to hide it from prying enemy eyes.
She wasn’t going to need the helmet either, so she dug another hole with effort, her knuckles bruised from all the smaller rocks she hit. It was nearly impossible to dig deep enough because there was more rock than soil. Andy wondered how these trees survived on this windswept ridge. Lucky it was August and not the snow season. She wondered how anything survived in this godforsaken place known as the Sandbox.
Pulling up the cuff of her flight-suit sleeve, she saw it was 2100, nine p.m. Standing, she looked around. Above and below her, there were two fires: the Black Hawk burning below, and above, her beloved A-10.
She looked up into the cloudless sky, the stars so close she thought she could reach out an
d touch them. It was a moonless night. Keying her hearing, she took off the rubber band and repositioned her shoulder-length chestnut hair into a ponytail. Where was the enemy? She didn’t know. Never had she felt so naked and vulnerable as now. And scared. It was as real as it would ever get for Andy. The adrenaline was still pounding through her veins, and her hands were shaky as she touched the butt of her pistol, which lay across her chest on top of the Kevlar vest she wore.
The wind was powerful and came blasting through the area in unexpected gusts, sometimes pushing her a step sideways or backward. She was glad her flight suit was a desert-tan color so it wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb night or day. Not that the Taliban traveled at night. They rarely did.
For the first time since joining the Air Force, Andy wished she wasn’t in the military. She knew the dangers of A-10 jet jockeys being hit by enemy fire. It had happened to her many times before, usually bullets down the fuselage. Tonight? The enemy had gotten lucky and she was the unlucky one. Would an Air Force helo pick her up? How soon? She knew she had to try to call in and pulled the radio from her pocket.
Her night vision goggles had been affixed to her helmet, but she’d taken them off and hung them around her neck. She didn’t want to bother with them at the moment. Time was of the essence. However, without moonlight she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. It was that black. Fingers trembling, she brought the radio up to her eyes, barely seeing the outline of it. Frowning, she couldn’t find the green light on it that indicated it was working.
No...
Taking off her flight glove, she stuffed it in a leg pocket. Running her fingers across the top of the device, she cut her fingertip. Her heart sank in earnest. The top part of her radio was broken. That was why there was no green light. She must have struck it with the limbs of the tree as she parachuted to safety.