that is all,” answered Amara.
“You can’t program?” Li Han booted his laptop up.
“No, I cannot.”
Amara’s accent was thick, and at times his vocabulary strained, but his grammar seemed perfect. Li Han suspected that he had been to the States or at least Europe, something rare for a Brother.
He let Amara watch as he hooked up his laptop to the aircraft’s brain. There was no response, and he couldn’t get his system to recognize it as part of a network. He tried the other plug with similar results.
The problem, he thought, might be that the UAV’s brain wasn’t powered; he made sure he had voltage flowing from a battery to the motherboard, but had not bothered to examine the network hook-ins.
“Here, watch me,” said Li Han, starting to examine the circuitry.
“What are we doing?” asked Amara.
“We are looking for a break. A cut wire, a bad solder connection. It’s a guess,” Li Han added.
He quickly found a small unattached wire. Unsure where it had been attached, he narrowed down the possibilities until he found what looked like a match to the broken solder on a small post near the transformer section. This was some sort of last minute patch, something added possibly to allow the network connector, though it was impossible to tell without a schematic.
Solving the connection mystery gave him another problem: he had no soldering gun. And he suspected that would be a hell of a lot harder to find than a network cable.
Li Han went upstairs to the common room and looked over their supplies. There was a large medical kit with syringes. Filled with morphine, they had been stolen some weeks before from an aid group.
He squirted the drug out. Amara eyed him curiously.
“Do you have a lighter?” Li Han asked him.
“No.”
“Does anyone?”
“Swal smokes, though it is forbidden.”
“Get the lighter from him.”
Amara went over to one of the youths sleeping on the side. He woke him, then had him walk to the opposite side of the room. They argued a bit—Li Han could tell the boy was lying about not smoking. Amara insisted. Swal, who was bigger, pushed him and started back to the nest of blankets where he’d been sleeping. Amara grabbed him; Swal shoved him violently across the floor.
Li Han put down the needle. With two quick strides he was halfway to Swal. He took his Glock from his belt and raised it just as Swal pulled his arm back to swing at Amara.
Swal froze. He held out his hands. Amara said something to him. Swal reached into his pocket slowly, then took out the lighter.
By now the others were awake, and staring at them.
“Translate, Amara,” said Li Han. “When I ask for something, I want it immediately.”
“But—” started Amara.
“Translate!”
Amara did so.
Swal nodded that he understood. When his head stopped bobbing, Li Han put a bullet through his temple.
“We will have no traitors in our group,” said Li Han. He held out his hand. “Now give me the lighter.”
Chapter 9
SOCCOM Headquarters, Florida
B reanna thanked the major who had shown her to the secure communications area. The sergeant waiting at the console handed her a handset, then walked to the other side of the room to give her a little privacy, pretending to fuss over something there.
“What’s the situation, Danny?” she asked, holding the phone to her ear.
“We’re going to go in tonight to the building where the UAV is,” he told her.
“Good. You spoke to Jonathon?”
“Yes. He made quite a deal about our being discreet. Don’t worry,” said Danny. “I should mention that Nuri wants to hold off until the morning. He thinks he may be able to make a deal for us to get it back without any bloodshed. But that may take at least another day, probably two or three.”
Under other circumstances, Breanna might have been inclined to wait. But given what Reid had told her the night before, the decision was easy.
“Get it back now. Go in ASAP.”
“I intend on it.”
Breanna
“You can’t program?” Li Han booted his laptop up.
“No, I cannot.”
Amara’s accent was thick, and at times his vocabulary strained, but his grammar seemed perfect. Li Han suspected that he had been to the States or at least Europe, something rare for a Brother.
He let Amara watch as he hooked up his laptop to the aircraft’s brain. There was no response, and he couldn’t get his system to recognize it as part of a network. He tried the other plug with similar results.
The problem, he thought, might be that the UAV’s brain wasn’t powered; he made sure he had voltage flowing from a battery to the motherboard, but had not bothered to examine the network hook-ins.
“Here, watch me,” said Li Han, starting to examine the circuitry.
“What are we doing?” asked Amara.
“We are looking for a break. A cut wire, a bad solder connection. It’s a guess,” Li Han added.
He quickly found a small unattached wire. Unsure where it had been attached, he narrowed down the possibilities until he found what looked like a match to the broken solder on a small post near the transformer section. This was some sort of last minute patch, something added possibly to allow the network connector, though it was impossible to tell without a schematic.
Solving the connection mystery gave him another problem: he had no soldering gun. And he suspected that would be a hell of a lot harder to find than a network cable.
Li Han went upstairs to the common room and looked over their supplies. There was a large medical kit with syringes. Filled with morphine, they had been stolen some weeks before from an aid group.
He squirted the drug out. Amara eyed him curiously.
“Do you have a lighter?” Li Han asked him.
“No.”
“Does anyone?”
“Swal smokes, though it is forbidden.”
“Get the lighter from him.”
Amara went over to one of the youths sleeping on the side. He woke him, then had him walk to the opposite side of the room. They argued a bit—Li Han could tell the boy was lying about not smoking. Amara insisted. Swal, who was bigger, pushed him and started back to the nest of blankets where he’d been sleeping. Amara grabbed him; Swal shoved him violently across the floor.
Li Han put down the needle. With two quick strides he was halfway to Swal. He took his Glock from his belt and raised it just as Swal pulled his arm back to swing at Amara.
Swal froze. He held out his hands. Amara said something to him. Swal reached into his pocket slowly, then took out the lighter.
By now the others were awake, and staring at them.
“Translate, Amara,” said Li Han. “When I ask for something, I want it immediately.”
“But—” started Amara.
“Translate!”
Amara did so.
Swal nodded that he understood. When his head stopped bobbing, Li Han put a bullet through his temple.
“We will have no traitors in our group,” said Li Han. He held out his hand. “Now give me the lighter.”
Chapter 9
SOCCOM Headquarters, Florida
B reanna thanked the major who had shown her to the secure communications area. The sergeant waiting at the console handed her a handset, then walked to the other side of the room to give her a little privacy, pretending to fuss over something there.
“What’s the situation, Danny?” she asked, holding the phone to her ear.
“We’re going to go in tonight to the building where the UAV is,” he told her.
“Good. You spoke to Jonathon?”
“Yes. He made quite a deal about our being discreet. Don’t worry,” said Danny. “I should mention that Nuri wants to hold off until the morning. He thinks he may be able to make a deal for us to get it back without any bloodshed. But that may take at least another day, probably two or three.”
Under other circumstances, Breanna might have been inclined to wait. But given what Reid had told her the night before, the decision was easy.
“Get it back now. Go in ASAP.”
“I intend on it.”
Breanna
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