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.That’s like the Reaper.He’s a perfectionist and would be very serious about winning if he entered the game.” He looked around at his team.“This,” he waved his hands toward the compound, “is a perversion of everything we believe in.Our training, every soldier who went through months and years of training to save lives.They’ve warped the skills given them and the training practices, in order to perfect murder.They disgust me, but don’t for one moment think they don’t know what they’re doing.I know the Reaper.I’ve worked with him and he’s good.Better than good.You can’t afford one mistake.”“Do we know what kinds of psychic or genetic enhancements either of them have?” Nico asked.Ryland shook his head.“There’s no documentation.Not in any files Lily could find on Whitney’s computer or in any of the ones Flame hacked into on the suspects themselves.There isn’t a whisper among the teams, either.We’re going in blind.”“Do we have a clue what the winning team gets once the game is over?” Gator asked.Kadan shrugged.“It’s the title, no matter what else.The common bond they all share is ego.They want, no, they have to feel superior.It made no sense to put Tom Delaney in with the group.He didn’t fit.He has the aggression, but he isn’t a killer, not like these men.”“Lily says they consider the rest of the world sheep and they’re the wolves.The more they kill, the more they need to kill,” Ryland said.“I didn’t understand and probably never really will.”“I don’t want to understand,” Kadan said.“And this,” he swept his hand in an arc to indicate the small estate, “this is an abomination.They’re training to murder just as they trained for missions.”There was ice in his voice and he felt the familiar cold settle over him.He welcomed the ice flowing in his veins, the cold part of him that became mechanical, that worked like a well-oiled machine when needed.And he needed the warrior out and fully functional.“They’ll know we’re coming,” Kadan warned.He would know.He had to assume the Reaper would know.“This is their home turf.They know every trap, every mine.And they’ll be waiting for us.”Nico, Jack, and Ken gave a brief salute and split off, heading for their assigned positions.Gator, Kadan, and Ryland continued forward, moving apart and working their way through the vines into the orchards, where there was more cover, but more chance of an ambush.Kadan inhaled and scented sweat.He went to ground, easing his way along, skin changing to the color of his surroundings.A thin wire stretched across the narrow trail.“Watch yourselves, I’ve got traps.Push them toward me.”He let his senses flair out, a strange sixth sense that had always been with him, long before he’d been enhanced, a type of radar like a cat’s whiskers.The enhancement had amplified it, giving him the ability to “see” images in sound.How close.How far.Large or small.“One’s on you,” Jack hissed.“Move.”A bullet rang out, thunked into a tree stump a hundred yards to his right.Kadan was already rolling to his left, into a shallow depression, and scooting forward.The man in the shadows had to be Hawk.The Reaper would never have exposed himself to Jack’s sight, not even briefly.“How was he on me?” Kadan asked.Voices erupted throughout the orchard.The sound of running and branches breaking came from several different areas.Kadan knew it was Gator, deliberately throwing sounds to disrupt the Reaper and Hawk from the hunt.Kadan slipped into the brush, keeping his body the color of his surroundings.He went up a tree, using his bristles to hold him while he climbed, careful to keep from shaking leaves.Hawk moved along a narrow trail, gun in hand.He had marked the place where Kadan had gone down, but he couldn’t find him.Kadan inwardly frowned.He was completely camouflaged; he knew he was.He hadn’t shaken a bush or tree limb.How the hell had Hawk spotted him?Hawk turned his face up to the sky and screeched, the sound a perfect replica of a hawk calling.A large red-tailed hawk spun a long circle overhead.“He’s using the hawk’s vision,” Gator called, excitement and admiration infusing his voice.“He can see what the bird sees [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.That’s like the Reaper.He’s a perfectionist and would be very serious about winning if he entered the game.” He looked around at his team.“This,” he waved his hands toward the compound, “is a perversion of everything we believe in.Our training, every soldier who went through months and years of training to save lives.They’ve warped the skills given them and the training practices, in order to perfect murder.They disgust me, but don’t for one moment think they don’t know what they’re doing.I know the Reaper.I’ve worked with him and he’s good.Better than good.You can’t afford one mistake.”“Do we know what kinds of psychic or genetic enhancements either of them have?” Nico asked.Ryland shook his head.“There’s no documentation.Not in any files Lily could find on Whitney’s computer or in any of the ones Flame hacked into on the suspects themselves.There isn’t a whisper among the teams, either.We’re going in blind.”“Do we have a clue what the winning team gets once the game is over?” Gator asked.Kadan shrugged.“It’s the title, no matter what else.The common bond they all share is ego.They want, no, they have to feel superior.It made no sense to put Tom Delaney in with the group.He didn’t fit.He has the aggression, but he isn’t a killer, not like these men.”“Lily says they consider the rest of the world sheep and they’re the wolves.The more they kill, the more they need to kill,” Ryland said.“I didn’t understand and probably never really will.”“I don’t want to understand,” Kadan said.“And this,” he swept his hand in an arc to indicate the small estate, “this is an abomination.They’re training to murder just as they trained for missions.”There was ice in his voice and he felt the familiar cold settle over him.He welcomed the ice flowing in his veins, the cold part of him that became mechanical, that worked like a well-oiled machine when needed.And he needed the warrior out and fully functional.“They’ll know we’re coming,” Kadan warned.He would know.He had to assume the Reaper would know.“This is their home turf.They know every trap, every mine.And they’ll be waiting for us.”Nico, Jack, and Ken gave a brief salute and split off, heading for their assigned positions.Gator, Kadan, and Ryland continued forward, moving apart and working their way through the vines into the orchards, where there was more cover, but more chance of an ambush.Kadan inhaled and scented sweat.He went to ground, easing his way along, skin changing to the color of his surroundings.A thin wire stretched across the narrow trail.“Watch yourselves, I’ve got traps.Push them toward me.”He let his senses flair out, a strange sixth sense that had always been with him, long before he’d been enhanced, a type of radar like a cat’s whiskers.The enhancement had amplified it, giving him the ability to “see” images in sound.How close.How far.Large or small.“One’s on you,” Jack hissed.“Move.”A bullet rang out, thunked into a tree stump a hundred yards to his right.Kadan was already rolling to his left, into a shallow depression, and scooting forward.The man in the shadows had to be Hawk.The Reaper would never have exposed himself to Jack’s sight, not even briefly.“How was he on me?” Kadan asked.Voices erupted throughout the orchard.The sound of running and branches breaking came from several different areas.Kadan knew it was Gator, deliberately throwing sounds to disrupt the Reaper and Hawk from the hunt.Kadan slipped into the brush, keeping his body the color of his surroundings.He went up a tree, using his bristles to hold him while he climbed, careful to keep from shaking leaves.Hawk moved along a narrow trail, gun in hand.He had marked the place where Kadan had gone down, but he couldn’t find him.Kadan inwardly frowned.He was completely camouflaged; he knew he was.He hadn’t shaken a bush or tree limb.How the hell had Hawk spotted him?Hawk turned his face up to the sky and screeched, the sound a perfect replica of a hawk calling.A large red-tailed hawk spun a long circle overhead.“He’s using the hawk’s vision,” Gator called, excitement and admiration infusing his voice.“He can see what the bird sees [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]