Prime Asset (Corps Justice, Book 3)
C. G. Cooper
Language: English
Pages: 75
ISBN: 1537755137
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An old enemy resurfaces…
An employee kidnapped…
A new weapon created…
Cal Stokes’s good friend, Neil Patel, has disappeared. Following the trail to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, Stokes and his men must find the culprit and rescue their colleague before it’s too late. The only problem is that the enemy lies in wait, hoping for a final showdown.
With an outside group of aggressors making a play for dominance, the former Marine must lead his team through the hazardous snow-filled mountains to eliminate their adversary.
How many bodies will be left when the snow melts?
how to maneuver to avoid being shot. Travis’s sniper exhaled and pulled the trigger. “Hit,” he announced, continuing to look through his scope. Despite being hit, the vehicle was still moving. Just as he lined up for another shot, the enemy disappeared into the night. “What happened?” asked Travis. “I hit the damn thing, sir, but it’s still moving.” “It’s okay, O’Brian. We’ll have the C-130 keep tabs on it.” Travis went to key his headset when the sniper added, “I think I detached that sled
agreement and quietly went back to finishing their drinks. They would talk later. After receiving their refills, the men said their goodbyes and left to get some much-needed rest. Travis followed Cal to the elevators. “Can I do anything for you, Cal?” “I’m okay. I think I’ll just get some rack time and then get back to work tomorrow.” “Why don’t you take a few days off? There’s nothing that can’t wait.” Cal shook his head. “I need to stay busy right now, Trav. I’ll go stir-crazy if I take
greeted him with a painful thud. He lay there for a full minute, listening for the bear that he was almost sure had jumped after him. The animal never came. Cal rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself into a sitting position. He tested his limbs, amazed that, despite a few bumps and bruises, nothing appeared to be drastically wrong with him. I think I just used up another one of my nine lives. He got to his feet and steadied himself against a large boulder that he’d just missed coming
frequent holes, rocks and bushes hidden beneath the winter snow. If he had his skis, he would have glided right over them. But with only the boots on his feet, the going was slow and painful. He’d aggravated his knee worse than he’d thought in the fall. Each step brought a shooting pain up his right leg. At least he still had his map and compass in his pocket. For some reason, that thought made him push harder. He knew where he was going. Now all he had to do was get there. Cal strained his way
he could see that his plan had worked. The small IED wasn’t meant to kill anyone, although the ruthless mercenary wouldn’t have minded. His goal was to get them to do exactly what they were now doing: separating. Ponder’s second-in-command loved a challenge. Trapper knew that if his boss was with him he would’ve wanted the attackers killed quickly. “Kill those fuckers right now,” he would’ve said. That wasn’t Trapper’s style. He liked to take out enemies slowly and methodically. Trapper loved