They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 08

They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 08

I looked into her eyes and saw the smug look on 

her face. 

I smiled too. 

Then a flock of crows swooped down. One of 

them snatched the gun. 

The rest of them went after the woman, pecking at 

her furiously. 

“Go. Now,” I told the driver, who was staring in 

shock. 

The car lurched forward. It was armored, so the 

rear–end collision didn’t slow us down much. 

Over the next hour, we ran into every kind of 

trouble. But finally, we reached the edge of the 

national forest. 

The SAR team was already assembled. 

“Dr. Carter, it’s even more dangerous inside. Maybe 

you should stay here and coordinate.” 

I shook my head and looked at the fading light. 

“No. I’m the only one who can use this device, and it has limited range.” 

“Did you make sure to cut off all signals so they can’t contact anyone outside?” 

The officer next to the search team nodded. 

“Completely cut off.” 

“We had to get out of the forest to contact you 

earlier.” 

‘Good Let’s move” 

I walked in first I was going to win this I wouldn’t let any of their plans succeed 

Not far into the forest the light started to fade 

Everyone turned on their lights so they could see 

the trail 

That also made us targets 

Fine. They were my targets too 

“One o’clock. Three hostiles Armed 

A few special forces operators slipped away from 

the group. 

A few minutes later, a faint smell of blood drifted over. The soldiers signaled and rejoined us. 

We kept moving. 

We intercepted several more attacks along the 

way. 

Some of our people got hurt, but no one fell back. 

“No.” I suddenly shouted. “That’s… an RPG!” 

“They have rocket–propelled grenades. Directly 

behind us, about half a mile. Also at eight o’clock, about three quarters of a mile.” 

“We have to stop them. If they fire, it’ll warn the others, and they might kill everyone and run.” 

Most of the special forces and tactical officers split off toward the two threats. 

That left only local police and the SAR team. 

We waited, on edge. 

But the enemy didn’t give us a break. 

Another group came from the right. At least their 

weapons weren’t as heavy. 

“Spread out. Lights off.” 

The police commander raised his pistol and 

positioned a few officers around me. 

We waited in silence for the group to come to us. 

They had night vision goggles. They could see 

better than we could. 

But I had my device. 

I whispered their positions as they moved. 

The commander adjusted our hiding spots based 

on the coordinates I gave. 

Five hostiles. Forty–five of us. 

On paper, we had the advantage. 

But they were experienced operatives. Most of the police officers had never fired their weapons in a real fight. 

Half of our group was unarmed search and rescue 

personnel. 

So really, we were the targets. 

When the enemy walked into pistol range, we were 

almost in their line of sight too. 

“Fire,” The commander yelled. 

The muffled shots of suppressed pistols echoed. 

Four bodies dropped. 

One of them had circled behind the commander. 

He raised his gun. There was no time to warn him. 

Bang. A dull crack, then a body hit the ground.