The Kill Zone
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The guys in the Regiment know they face their fiercest enemies when they fight the Taliban. No-one is tougher, more deadly - or more cunning. And if they enter the Taliban's kill zone, they know just what to expect...When three deadly Stinger missiles go missing in Helmand Province, the Regiment is tasked to retrieve the weapons at all costs. SAS legend Jack Harker has a mission to lead an eight-man team into a suspected Taliban facility. He's suspicious about what the aims of the mission really are - and it's about to get noisy. Meanwhile, in Belfast, Siobhan Byrne, a highly trained surveillance operative, is infiltrating the drug crew of a former IRA commander. But are her motives professional or personal? Even she doesn't know any more. Neither Jack nor Siobhan can guess just how closely linked their operations are about to become, or just what's at stake. But as the President of the United States makes plans to visit the UK, a devastating plot unfolds.
held him captive. But he hadn’t been after Haq himself. He’d been after something else. ‘The Stingers . . .’ A look of triumph in Khan’s eyes. ‘Jack!’ Fly shouted. ‘What the hell’s going on?’ Jack’s brow was furrowed. A final memory shunted through his brain. He was in a helicopter. Not an Agusta, this time, but a Black Hawk. It was making a fast extraction, away from the kill zone in the Helmand desert, north above the cliff that was home to the cave system they’d just hit. But on top of
steered him back. ‘Did your uncle tell you where it’s coming from? Who his supplier is?’ Kieran seemed to find that genuinely funny. ‘Tell me? You must be shitting me, woman. Cormac doesn’t tell anybody anything. What’s that they say, about the left hand not knowing what the right hand’s doing? That’s what it’s like with him. Nobody who works for the family knows anything more than they need to.’ He gave Siobhan a combative look, but she was a match for it. ‘Sorry, Kieran. You’ll have to do
stimulant juices. A shout from outside. The father grabbed the rifle that was leaning up against the wall of their shack and ran out into the road, ignoring the woman’s shout of ‘Dalmar, no!’ Dalmar’s friend Korfa was there, if friend was not too loose a word for the bandit who stood pointing his own rifle towards the truck that was arriving from the distance. Dalmar knew that Korfa would put a bullet in him any time it suited him, but that would leave just one of them to man this roadblock
packet of Swan Vestas from his pocket and lit up. ‘A lock-up,’ he said once he had taken a deep drag. ‘One of my uncle’s. A new one. You’ll find stuff there.’ ‘What sort of stuff, Kieran?’ Kieran shrugged. ‘You know. Guns, money, a bit of product . . .’ Siobhan nodded. ‘There,’ she said. ‘Now that wasn’t really so difficult, was it?’ The tout finished his cigarette. ‘So,’ he said, avoiding Siobhan’s eye, ‘are we good now?’ Siobhan blinked. ‘Are we what?’ ‘I’ve given you good stuff on
which settled round her slim waist. Caroline pulled her lips away from his, and as she stood up, the dress slid further down her long legs, tumbling to a silent heap on the floor. She stepped out of it, raised one eyebrow meaningfully at Jack and walked slowly from the room. Jack allowed himself to enjoy the sight before standing up himself and following her. By the time he was in her bedroom, she was already lying on the bed, with just the light of the moon through the window illuminating her