Black Flag: A Taskforce Story, featuring an exclusive excerpt from THE POLARIS PROTOCOL (A Penguin Special from Dutton) (Kindle Single): A Taskforce Story, ... an Excerpt from Ghosts of War (Pike Logan)
Brad Taylor
Language: English
Pages: 79
ISBN: B00F9F0T2K
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In retired Delta Force officer Brad Taylor’s latest adrenaline-fueled short story, Pike Logan and his fellow Taskforce operators face a team of ruthless modern-day pirates with a devious plan that leaves them fighting for their very survival.
Includes an excerpt of Brad Taylor's latest Pike Logan novel, The Forgotten Soldier, on sale 12/29/2015.
On leave after a particularly critical and dangerous mission with the Taskforce—a top secret counterterrorist unit that operates outside the bounds of US law—operators Knuckles and Brett have joined Pike Logan and Jennifer Cahill in Charleston, South Carolina. Their goal is to learn more about Grolier Recovery Services, the archaeological research agency that the Taskforce team uses as sophisticated cover for their work. But when Knuckles accepts a job to find missing treasure from the notorious pirate Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard, the whole team is put to the test, because their new employers have a very different agenda, one that leaves members of the Taskforce at the mercy of real pirates determined to get their hands on a shipment of precious contraband at any cost.
She and Brett had reported to Dylan’s room to provide their initial take on the research they’d conducted during the day, both on the various legends of the location of pirate treasure as well as a rundown on past antiquities rulings in the country of Jamaica. No sooner had they closed the door than the Romanian known as Costin had pulled a pistol, taking them prisoner. They’d remained in the room until well past ten o’clock, then had been taken to the fifty-four-foot Bertram boat at the Royal
to break the boat in two on the open ocean while I was trying to keep the BGAN antenna lined up to track the Bertram. He hammered one more wave and I had enough, shouting, “Do you know how to drive this thing?” He turned from the wheel, hippie hair flying in the breeze, and said, “I can’t stop the ocean. You’re giving me the directions, and they’re against the current.” “Well, slow down. We’re getting in range. You don’t need to full throttle it anymore.” He said, “Where?” “Should be just
the container ship I’d seen earlier, now off the starboard bow and twinkling with lights in the darkness. “That’s the ship right there. We’ve been following it since this morning.” I stared at the ship’s glow for a moment, thinking, then said, “That doesn’t make any sense. These two guys weren’t going to take over the ship.” She pointed at a ladder contraption with a hook on the end. “They were going to make us board as well.” “And do what? Help them take over the boat? That makes no sense.”
within the economic zone. They were a little miffed that we hadn’t contacted them and incredulous that we had assaulted on our own. Like I was going to trust Brett’s and Jennifer’s lives to a bunch of reggae sailors from the Jamaica Defence Force. We were staying in the small town of Port Royal, just on the other side of the international airport and across the bay from the capitol of Kingston. The Jamaicans were paying our hotel bill—as a “courtesy”—which meant we weren’t going to be living it
trail and sticking to it, the vegetation ripping into my exposed skin. When we reached an expanse of flat terrain, I crouched and said, “I don’t know what you triggered, but they’ve got a plan. They’re going to come here and hunt us. You want to go separately or stick together?” Knuckles said, “Splitting up is probably the best way to take these guys, since we have no weapons. Make them separate, then take them out.” I said, “Okay. I’m sticking to this game trail. You go somewhere else.” He