Free Burning Angels by Bear Grylls

a good many friends and fellow fighters – to know that death was a constant companion. It came with the territory.
    ‘Tell me,’ Jaeger prompted.
    In answer, Raff slid a sheet of paper across the table. ‘A summary from one of the coppers. A guy I know. I got it about an hour ago.’
    Jaeger skimmed the text.
    ‘The hit happened sometime after midnight,’ Raff continued, his face darkening. ‘The Joint’s got tight security – packed full of expensive editing gear, it’s got to. Well, the guy got in and out without triggering any of the alarms. IED planted in the online suite where Dale and team were doing their final edit, hidden amongst the bank of hard drives.’
    Raff took a long pull on his glass. ‘The explosion seems to have been triggered by someone entering the room. Most likely a pressure-plate IED. Either way the blast served two purposes: one, it obliterated all film of the expedition. Two, it turned half a dozen steel hard drives into a storm of shrapnel.’
    Jaeger asked the obvious question. ‘Dale?’
    Raff shook his head. ‘Nope. Dale turned back at the edit suite to fetch a bunch of coffees. Getting one for everyone on the team. His fiancée, Hannah, was the first in. Her and a young runner.’ A heavy pause. ‘Neither survived.’
    Jaeger shook his head in horror. Over the weeks that Dale had spent cutting together his film, Jaeger had got to know Hannah pretty well. They’d enjoyed a few nights out, and he’d warmed to her sparky, spirited company, plus that of the runner/edit assistant, Chrissy.
    Both of them dead. Blown to pieces by an IED. It was a nightmare.
    ‘How’s Dale taking it?’ Jaeger ventured.
    Raff glanced at him. ‘Have a guess. Him and Hannah – they were set to get married this summer. He’s a complete mess.’
    ‘Any CCTV images?’ Jaeger asked.
    ‘The word is they were wiped clean. The guy who did this is a pro. We’re getting access to the drive and we may have someone who can recover something. But don’t hold your breath.’
    Jaeger refilled their glasses. For several seconds the two men sat in sombre silence. Finally, Raff reached across the table and grabbed Jaeger’s arm.
    ‘You know what this means? The hunt is on. Us for them. Them for us. It’s kill or be killed now. There’s no other way.’
    ‘There is some good news,’ Jaeger ventured. ‘Narov’s back. Awake. Hungry. Seems pretty much recovered. Plus Santos is crawling her way back to consciousness. I figure they’re both going to pull through okay.’
    Raff signalled, ordering more wine. No matter what, they would drink to the dead. The barman arrived with a second bottle and showed the label to Raff, who nodded his assent. He pulled the cork and offered it so Raff could check whether the bottle was good. Raff waved it away. This was the Crusting Pipe. They took proper care of their wine.
    ‘Frank, just pour, okay. We’re drinking to absent friends.’ He turned his attention back to Jaeger. ‘Tell me: how is the ice queen anyway?’
    ‘Narov? Antsy. Feisty as ever.’ A pause. ‘She’s invited me to go meet her people.’ Jaeger glanced at the sheet of paper lying on the table. ‘After this, I think we need to be there.’
    Raff nodded. ‘If they can get us access to whoever did this, we should all go.’
    ‘Narov seems to believe in them. She’s got every confidence.’
    ‘And you? You sure of her? Of her people? No more doubts, like you had in the Amazon?’
    Jaeger shrugged. ‘She’s difficult. Cagey. Doesn’t trust anyone. But I figure right now her people are the only option we’ve got. And we need to know what they know.’
    Raff grunted. ‘Good enough for me.’
    ‘Right. Send a message. Alert everyone. Warn them we are being hunted. And tell them to prepare to meet – timescale and destination to be decided.’
    ‘Got it.’
    ‘Plus warn them to watch their backs. The people who did this . . . One moment’s carelessness, we’re all dead.’

 
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