Free PRIMAL Nemesis (Book 2 in the Redemption Trilogy, A PRIMAL Action Thriller Book 6) (The PRIMAL Series) by Jack Silkstone Page B
Authors: Jack Silkstone
chain fence, searching for a way in. They had correctly assessed that the security was unlikely to be as tight away from the main road. Through their night vision goggles they could see the fence was alarmed but the CCTV towers were much further apart. It was possible to find a piece of fence that was unwatched.
“That's our spot.” Bishop pointed to a place where heavy rain had eroded a channel under the fence. Animals had taken advantage of the breach digging it out till it could accommodate a small deer and, with a little work, a man.
Mitch kept watch as Bishop crawled forward and dug out the scrape. When it was large enough he pushed his pack under the fence and slid through. Crouched in the woods on the other side he waited for the Brit to follow.
He chuckled as Mitch struggled to fit his broad shoulders through the gap. “Time to lay off the ‘roids.”
“This is one hundred percent natural, mate. You'd get the same if you laid off the yoga.”
“Yoga?” Bishop scoffed as they moved deeper into the forest.
“Yeah, yoga with your sweetheart. Getting all sensitive new age on me.”
He shook his head and shielded the glow from his iPRIMAL as he checked the navigation app. “We're about three miles from the house. Got to cross two tracks and avoid the rifle ranges. If we move steadily we should be in position before dawn.”
“You want to gear up here?”
Bishop flipped a flap back over the device. “No, there's a good spot to the west of the house. We'll change there.” He heaved his pack onto his shoulders. “You sure we need all this crap?”
“Nope, but better safe than sorry.” Mitch shouldered his own pack with ease.
“You gave me all the heavy stuff, didn’t you?”
“Too much yoga, not enough lifting.” Mitch snickered.
Bishop bumped him as he passed.
It took them four hours to make their way through the woods. They avoided two vehicle patrols and slipped behind the stop butt of a range being used for a night shoot. Then, when they reached their lay-up point they rested for a few minutes and ate a protein bar before Bishop pulled a gillie suit from his pack. “I'll go forward and recce a good spot, case the security.” He rubbed the suit in the underbrush getting leaves and moss to tangle in the shaggy coat. He pulled the suit on over his clothes and camouflaged his face with cream. Using a knife he cut a flap in the forearm so he could use his iPRIMAL. Finally he checked his Bluetooth earpiece was activated.
Mitch pulled out the spotting scope. “You let me know what the security’s like and I'll prep the gear.”
“Roger.”
Bishop stalked slowly through the trees, stopping every dozen yards to listen and scan with his night vision goggles. It took him twenty minutes to reach a point where he had eyes on the house. He dropped down onto his stomach and watched. The house was dark and showed no sign of life; not surprising considering it was four in the morning.
He slithered forward to get a clear view across the back lawn to the rear patio. The house was two stories with a gabled roof and large windows. That was good, plenty of glass for them to eavesdrop through. The backyard showed no sign of children, or worse still, dogs. However, the house did have CCTV cameras and motion-sensitive floodlights hanging under the eaves. Much more than Bishop would have thought necessary. He spotted a raccoon sniffing around the base of the barbecue at the end of the patio. The critter’s presence hadn't tripped any of the infrared sensors that controlled the floodlights.
The heavy security quashed any thoughts of a break-in. If they tripped any of the sensors a heavily armed response team could be only minutes away and he wasn't keen to fend them off with just a pistol.
Chapter 7
NEW YORK CITY
Jordan Pollard was sitting at his desk examining a box of fishing flies. The chairman of MVI was dressed in khaki cargo pants, matching shirt, and a baseball cap. On the floor
“That's our spot.” Bishop pointed to a place where heavy rain had eroded a channel under the fence. Animals had taken advantage of the breach digging it out till it could accommodate a small deer and, with a little work, a man.
Mitch kept watch as Bishop crawled forward and dug out the scrape. When it was large enough he pushed his pack under the fence and slid through. Crouched in the woods on the other side he waited for the Brit to follow.
He chuckled as Mitch struggled to fit his broad shoulders through the gap. “Time to lay off the ‘roids.”
“This is one hundred percent natural, mate. You'd get the same if you laid off the yoga.”
“Yoga?” Bishop scoffed as they moved deeper into the forest.
“Yeah, yoga with your sweetheart. Getting all sensitive new age on me.”
He shook his head and shielded the glow from his iPRIMAL as he checked the navigation app. “We're about three miles from the house. Got to cross two tracks and avoid the rifle ranges. If we move steadily we should be in position before dawn.”
“You want to gear up here?”
Bishop flipped a flap back over the device. “No, there's a good spot to the west of the house. We'll change there.” He heaved his pack onto his shoulders. “You sure we need all this crap?”
“Nope, but better safe than sorry.” Mitch shouldered his own pack with ease.
“You gave me all the heavy stuff, didn’t you?”
“Too much yoga, not enough lifting.” Mitch snickered.
Bishop bumped him as he passed.
It took them four hours to make their way through the woods. They avoided two vehicle patrols and slipped behind the stop butt of a range being used for a night shoot. Then, when they reached their lay-up point they rested for a few minutes and ate a protein bar before Bishop pulled a gillie suit from his pack. “I'll go forward and recce a good spot, case the security.” He rubbed the suit in the underbrush getting leaves and moss to tangle in the shaggy coat. He pulled the suit on over his clothes and camouflaged his face with cream. Using a knife he cut a flap in the forearm so he could use his iPRIMAL. Finally he checked his Bluetooth earpiece was activated.
Mitch pulled out the spotting scope. “You let me know what the security’s like and I'll prep the gear.”
“Roger.”
Bishop stalked slowly through the trees, stopping every dozen yards to listen and scan with his night vision goggles. It took him twenty minutes to reach a point where he had eyes on the house. He dropped down onto his stomach and watched. The house was dark and showed no sign of life; not surprising considering it was four in the morning.
He slithered forward to get a clear view across the back lawn to the rear patio. The house was two stories with a gabled roof and large windows. That was good, plenty of glass for them to eavesdrop through. The backyard showed no sign of children, or worse still, dogs. However, the house did have CCTV cameras and motion-sensitive floodlights hanging under the eaves. Much more than Bishop would have thought necessary. He spotted a raccoon sniffing around the base of the barbecue at the end of the patio. The critter’s presence hadn't tripped any of the infrared sensors that controlled the floodlights.
The heavy security quashed any thoughts of a break-in. If they tripped any of the sensors a heavily armed response team could be only minutes away and he wasn't keen to fend them off with just a pistol.
Chapter 7
NEW YORK CITY
Jordan Pollard was sitting at his desk examining a box of fishing flies. The chairman of MVI was dressed in khaki cargo pants, matching shirt, and a baseball cap. On the floor
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