They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 09

They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 09

I had my device in one hand and a pistol in the 

other. Commander Davis had given it to me before 

he left. 

The police commander exhaled in relief. “Nice 

shooting, Dr. Carter.” 

I put the gun away and clenched my shaking hand. 

“I didn’t expect your officers to be such good shots 

in real combat either.” 

“A few of us used to work narcotics together back 

in the day.” The police commander laughed. 

That explained it. 

Just then, the tactical officers and special forces 

operators who had gone after the RPGS came 

back. 

They saw the five bodies on the ground but didn’t 

ask questions. 

They checked each one to make sure they were 

dead and put extra rounds in the ones that 

weren’t. 

Two of them had still been alive. One of them was 

the one I’d shot. 

Good thing they were thorough. Otherwise, 

everything we’d done would have been for nothing. 

The wounded were patched up, and we kept 

moving. 

“Wait.” About an hour later, I signaled everyone to 

stop. 

“About a quarter mile to go.” 

A quiet murmur of excitement went through the 

group. 

“But there are three of them. Machine guns.” 

“The children and teachers are tied up, and the three hostiles are positioned around them.” 

“We need to find an opening.” 

“One of the children is already burning up with a 

fever.” 

“Follow my lead. Understand?” 

Commander Davis looked like he wanted to argue. 

“No. We need to keep you safe.” 

“I’ll be safe.” I smiled slightly. “Right now, they’re 

what matters.” 

Through my device, I tapped into the vision of the 

birds in the forest. 

I saw the children with my own eyes. My heart, 

which I had been holding steady, started 

pounding. 

I had to save them. I could hear the voice inside 

my head. 

“I’ll go out and negotiate. You surround them. I’ll 

create an opening.” 

“An opening to take all three at once.” 

They asked what kind of opening. 

I just smiled. “You’ll see.” 

I had the SAR team and the police find cover 

nearby, to stay safe, but don’t hide too deep. I needed the enemy to know I had people with me. 

The police commander nodded. 

The group scattered. I walked toward the target 

alone. 

The sound of snapping branches alerted the three 

operatives sitting among the children and 

teachers. 

“Who’s there? If you don’t answer, I’ll kill a child.” 

“It’s me. The one you’re looking for.” 

“Five years ago, I killed fifteen of your top operatives. Eight from another country too.” 

“I’m here now. You going to show yourselves?” 

I kept walking toward them, my hands raised. 

One of them grabbed a teacher and held her in front of him as a shield, his gun pointed at me. 

“Don’t come any closer.” 

I stopped. My hands still up. 

“I’m here to trade myself for them. Isn’t that what 

you wanted?” 

The three men looked past me, scanning the 

shadows behind. 

The police let the light catch their uniforms just 

enough to be seen but not enough to be targeted. 

“Tell your people to pull back a hundred yards.” 

I shook my head. “They’re here to retrieve the 

hostages. Let the children go, and they’ll leave.” 

“Don’t. Don’t.” I saw the man aiming at me start to 

squeeze the trigger and held up a hand. 

“I’ll tell them to fall back.” I turned and shouted to 

the police. “Pull back a hundred yards. Don’t 

shoot.” 

The “don’t shoot” was for the special forces and 

tactical officers.