good luck!”
“Affirmative Control, Red Haze out!” Piper glanced at his
watch then at Tim Winters. “Well,” he whispered, “here we go. Captain Rinise,
Team Echo are go, you may move into position!”
“Affirmative Sergeant,” the pleasant, but business-like
female GIGN Captain’s voice had a certain aura of charm about it, thought
Piper.
“I don’t like this Ash, she’s taking one hell of a shitty
chance,” whispered Winters.
“I know, but it’s the Captain’s decision Tim, if she wants
to knock on Bescann’s front door, then it’s up to her. Personally, I think we
should just go in and storm the place.”
“I can’t understand why she is taking such a risk!”
“Apparently Rinise knows Bescann well! He used to be her
boss and they often have dinner together. She thinks he has nothing to hide, or
at least if he has, she can talk him into giving himself up!”
As Tim Winters shook his head, he noticed the sweat pouring
down Piper’s face, “Ash,” he asked, “are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m okay! I’ve just got a headache, that’s all!”
Slowly but surely, the white, bullet proof Gendarme Van
drove down the driveway to Claude Bescann’s farmhouse courtyard. Inside were
three GIGN team members including Captain Estelle Rinise, all armed with FA-MAS
Assault Rifles and like Team Echo, well protected with body armour.
Or so they thought!
“He is cunning, his power grows day by day,” sobbed Helga
Zeist, Von Kurst’s hand gripping hers, tightly. “He is ready to strike again! I
see men and women, surrounding a building…a farmhouse!”
“Bescann!” Otto Von Kurst reached for his mobile phone and
switched it on. Fuck the in flight rules, he thought. With his heart racing he
dialled Bescann’s number and waited for the reply. Answer the phone Claude,
answer the fucking phone! Von Kurst cursed aloud, “shit,” a look of
helplessness racing across his face. The voice over the airwaves was his
friend’s answering machine service. Shaking his head in anger, he switched the
phone off and put it back into his pocket as Helga closed her eyes, her
breathing erratic, guttural. “Helga, do you see anything else, you must
concentrate my love. I need to know!” Suddenly, Sonia dropped the cutlery in
the galley as she heard Helga Zeist’s scream. “Helga,” said Von Kurst, “what is
it? SPEAK TO ME!”
“Mister Von Kurst, Ms Zeist, what’s…” Sonia didn’t finish
her question as she walked briskly towards her passengers.
“NOT NOW SONIA,” yelled Von Kurst, “NOT NOW!”
“I see bloodshed,” sobbed Helga, “and death!”
Von Kurst clenched his fists together and in a fit of
unbridled rage cursed at the top of his voice, “FUUUUCK!”
“They know we are here, and they know we are armed!” Claude
Bescann sat at his desk, flipping the Glock around on his index finger like a
cowboy showing off his latest six-shooter.
“How do you know, Herr Standartenfuhrer?” asked Josef,
standing in a corner of Bescann’s office, out of view.
“It’s very simple, the van approaching us will have members
of the GIGN inside and the helicopter we have heard is a back up team. The
bastards have a fucking satellite above us, of that I’m certain, and…” Bescann
paused, looking down the iron-sight of the Glock, as if picturing his target,
“they will be using thermal imaging!”
“Then we fight?”
“Yes Josef, we fight, for our loyalty to our Fuhrer and our
own honour. We fight to the death, and Josef…”
The stocky, tough Scharfuhrer of the New Totenkopf’s
training detachment grinned wickedly, “yes, Herr Standartenfuhrer!”
“Pass the word around…I take the first shot!”
“Sergeant, I am leaving the vehicle and walking to the front
door.” Captain Rinise relayed her movements carefully to Piper as she opened
the van door and, with one of her GIGN colleagues close by, walked across the
cobbled courtyard.
She rang the front door
“Affirmative Control, Red Haze out!” Piper glanced at his
watch then at Tim Winters. “Well,” he whispered, “here we go. Captain Rinise,
Team Echo are go, you may move into position!”
“Affirmative Sergeant,” the pleasant, but business-like
female GIGN Captain’s voice had a certain aura of charm about it, thought
Piper.
“I don’t like this Ash, she’s taking one hell of a shitty
chance,” whispered Winters.
“I know, but it’s the Captain’s decision Tim, if she wants
to knock on Bescann’s front door, then it’s up to her. Personally, I think we
should just go in and storm the place.”
“I can’t understand why she is taking such a risk!”
“Apparently Rinise knows Bescann well! He used to be her
boss and they often have dinner together. She thinks he has nothing to hide, or
at least if he has, she can talk him into giving himself up!”
As Tim Winters shook his head, he noticed the sweat pouring
down Piper’s face, “Ash,” he asked, “are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m okay! I’ve just got a headache, that’s all!”
Slowly but surely, the white, bullet proof Gendarme Van
drove down the driveway to Claude Bescann’s farmhouse courtyard. Inside were
three GIGN team members including Captain Estelle Rinise, all armed with FA-MAS
Assault Rifles and like Team Echo, well protected with body armour.
Or so they thought!
“He is cunning, his power grows day by day,” sobbed Helga
Zeist, Von Kurst’s hand gripping hers, tightly. “He is ready to strike again! I
see men and women, surrounding a building…a farmhouse!”
“Bescann!” Otto Von Kurst reached for his mobile phone and
switched it on. Fuck the in flight rules, he thought. With his heart racing he
dialled Bescann’s number and waited for the reply. Answer the phone Claude,
answer the fucking phone! Von Kurst cursed aloud, “shit,” a look of
helplessness racing across his face. The voice over the airwaves was his
friend’s answering machine service. Shaking his head in anger, he switched the
phone off and put it back into his pocket as Helga closed her eyes, her
breathing erratic, guttural. “Helga, do you see anything else, you must
concentrate my love. I need to know!” Suddenly, Sonia dropped the cutlery in
the galley as she heard Helga Zeist’s scream. “Helga,” said Von Kurst, “what is
it? SPEAK TO ME!”
“Mister Von Kurst, Ms Zeist, what’s…” Sonia didn’t finish
her question as she walked briskly towards her passengers.
“NOT NOW SONIA,” yelled Von Kurst, “NOT NOW!”
“I see bloodshed,” sobbed Helga, “and death!”
Von Kurst clenched his fists together and in a fit of
unbridled rage cursed at the top of his voice, “FUUUUCK!”
“They know we are here, and they know we are armed!” Claude
Bescann sat at his desk, flipping the Glock around on his index finger like a
cowboy showing off his latest six-shooter.
“How do you know, Herr Standartenfuhrer?” asked Josef,
standing in a corner of Bescann’s office, out of view.
“It’s very simple, the van approaching us will have members
of the GIGN inside and the helicopter we have heard is a back up team. The
bastards have a fucking satellite above us, of that I’m certain, and…” Bescann
paused, looking down the iron-sight of the Glock, as if picturing his target,
“they will be using thermal imaging!”
“Then we fight?”
“Yes Josef, we fight, for our loyalty to our Fuhrer and our
own honour. We fight to the death, and Josef…”
The stocky, tough Scharfuhrer of the New Totenkopf’s
training detachment grinned wickedly, “yes, Herr Standartenfuhrer!”
“Pass the word around…I take the first shot!”
“Sergeant, I am leaving the vehicle and walking to the front
door.” Captain Rinise relayed her movements carefully to Piper as she opened
the van door and, with one of her GIGN colleagues close by, walked across the
cobbled courtyard.
She rang the front door
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