Burning Angels

The move had been so swift that the pilot had barely noticed, let alone had any chance to resist. Jaeger had whipped out a compact SIG Sauer P228 pistol from where it was concealed within his jumpsuit. It was the weapon of choice for elite operators, and he had the blunt-ended barrel pressed hard against the back of the pilot’s head.

The colour had drained completely from the man’s face. ‘What… what the hell? You hijacking my aircraft?’

Jaeger smiled. ‘You better believe it.’ He addressed his next words to the co-pilot. ‘You a former Night Stalker too? Or just another traitorous scumbag like your buddy here?’

‘What do I tell him, Jim?’ the co-pilot muttered. ‘How do I answer this son of a—’

‘I’ll tell you how you answer,’ Jaeger cut in, releasing the pilot’s seat from its locked position, and swinging it violently around until the guy was facing him. He levelled the 9mm at the pilot’s forehead. ‘Swiftly, and truthfully, without deviation, or the first bullet blows his brains out.’

The pilot’s eyes bulged. ‘Freakin’ tell him, Dan. This guy’s crazy enough to do it.’

‘Yeah, we were both SOAR,’ the co-pilot rasped. ‘Same unit.’

‘Right, so why don’t you show me what the SOAR can do. I knew you as the best. We all did in British special forces. Prove it. Set a course for Cuba. When we’re across the US coastline and out of American airspace, drop down to wave-top level. I don’t want anyone to know we’re on our way.’

The co-pilot glanced at the pilot, who nodded. ‘Just do it.’

‘Setting a course for Cuba,’ he confirmed, through gritted teeth. ‘You got a specific destination in mind? ’Cause there’s several thousand miles of Cuban coastline to choose from, if you know what I mean.’

‘You’re going to release us over a small island via parachute drop. You’ll get the exact coordinates as we close in. I need us over that island immediately after sundown — so under cover of darkness. Set your airspeed to make that happen.’

‘You don’t want much,’ the co-pilot growled.

‘Keep us on course due south-east and steady. Meantime, I’ve got a few questions to ask your buddy here.’

Jaeger folded down the navigator’s seat, positioned to the rear of the cockpit, and settled himself into it, lowering the SIG’s barrel until it menaced the pilot’s manhood.

‘So. Questions,’ he mused. ‘Lots of questions.’

The pilot shrugged. ‘Okay. Whatever. Shoot.’

Jaeger eyed the pistol for a brief moment, then smiled, evilly. ‘You really want me to?’

The pilot scowled. ‘Figure of speech.’

‘Question one. Why did you send my team to their deaths in the Amazon?’

‘Hey, I didn’t know. No one said anything about any killin’.’

Jaeger’s grip on the pistol tightened. ‘Answer the question.’

‘Money,’ the pilot muttered. ‘Ain’t it always thus. But hell, I didn’t know they were gonna try and kill you all.’

Jaeger ignored the man’s protestations. ‘How much?’

‘Enough.’

‘How much?’

‘One hundred and forty thousand dollars.’

‘Okay, let’s do the maths. We lost seven. Twenty thousand dollars a life. I’d say you sold us cheap.’

The pilot threw up his hands. ‘Hey, I had no freakin’ idea! They tried to wipe you out? The hell was I supposed to know!’

‘Who paid you?’

The pilot hesitated. ‘Some Brazilian guy. Local. Met him in a bar.’

Jaeger snorted. He didn’t believe a word, but he had to keep pressing. He needed details. Some actionable intelligence. Something to help him hunt down his real enemies. ‘You got a name?’

‘Yeah. Andrei.’

‘Andrei. A Brazilian named Andrei you met in a bar?’

‘Yeah, well maybe he didn’t sound too Brazilian. More like Russian.’

‘Good. It’s healthy to remember. Especially when you’ve got a 9mm pointed at your balls.’

‘I ain’t forgettin’.’

‘So, this Andrei the Russian you met in a bar — got any sense who he might have worked for?’

‘Only thing I knew was some guy named Vladimir was the boss.’ He paused. ‘Whoever killed your people, he’s the guy giving the orders.’

Vladimir. Jaeger had heard his name before. He’d figured he was the gang leader, though there were certain to be other, more powerful people above him.

‘You ever met this Vladimir? Got a look at him?’

The pilot shook his head. ‘No.’

‘But you took the money anyway.’

‘Yeah. I took the money.’

‘Twenty thousand dollars for each of my guys. What did you do — throw a pool party? Take the kids to Disney?’

The pilot didn’t answer. His jaw jutted defiantly. Jaeger was tempted to smash the butt of the pistol into the guy’s head, but he needed him conscious and compos mentis.

He needed him to fly this aircraft as never before, and get them over their fast-approaching target.

4

‘Right, now that we’ve established how cheaply you sold my guys, let’s agree on your route to redemption. Or at least part way there.’

The pilot grunted. ‘What you got in mind?’