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.“Those are the colors most widely used for duck hunting.”“Better camouflage at night.Even on a full moon, you just can’t see this glider without light.And on a night like this, with a little cloud cover, forget about it.” The man said.“You could fly right down someone’s throat.They could be looking right at you and they wouldn’t see you coming until it was too late.”“What did you just snap in?” Kaplan asked.“Some sort of portable instrument panel?”“It’s Wiley’s all-in-one special.” The man pointed to the instruments with a red laser pen.“You got your basic three.Altimeter, airspeed indicator, and heading indicator.You also have this special GPS locator, preprogrammed by Wiley himself.Voice-activated headset here, along with these.” He held up a pair of oversized eyeglasses.“And those are?” Kaplan asked.“These are the bomb for night flying.Lightweight.Easy to use.Just flip this switch here.” The man toggled a switch and the eyeglasses lit up pale green.“Night vision made easy.The GPS will line you up, the glasses will make you think it’s high noon.Every landscape detail will be visible.”“Looks like he’s thought about every phase of the mission.” Kaplan said.“Except one.Who’s going to meet us at the rendezvous point?”CHAPTER 24WILEY’S BLACK LEARJET lined up its final approach for a landing to the west on Runway 26.Somewhere near on the airfield, Jake knew Kaplan was waiting.The last time they saw each other, they exchanged harsh words.He wondered how Kaplan would react when he saw him.As the lights from the city of Aden rose to greet him, he tensed in anticipation of landing.The Lear’s tires barked slightly then the Lear taxied off the runway onto the ramp in front of the abandoned hangar, Jake strained his eyes but saw nothing, wondering if the C-130 and Kaplan had arrived.The aircraft slowed, turned around, and then came to a stop.Through the window Jake saw a large shadow looming next to the Lear.They’re here.It had only been a few days, but it seemed longer since Jake had last seen Kaplan.So much had happened since he met Wiley.He felt different.He realized his anger was holding him prisoner.It had become his crutch to deal with guilt.He was prepared for the mission, Wiley made sure of that, quizzing him on details for nearly two hours during the long flight from Belgium.He wondered why his anger felt subdued.Was it because of Wiley?He thought about the last few days.Could it be because of her? Like the moon’s playful reflection dancing on the water, thoughts of Kyli mesmerized him.Every time he looked at Wiley, he thought about her.In one day’s time, her spirit had changed him.He was beginning to realize that he had to let Beth go.He couldn’t change the past.He’d killed the man that had taken her life.O’Rourke had paid his penance.Like Kaplan said, it was time to move on.“Jake.We’ll talk to Mr.Kaplan, then we’ll mobilize.”The air stair door lowered and Kaplan climbed onboard the Lear and took an empty seat.Wiley introduced himself.Kaplan stared at the old man.“Hey, don’t I know—”.“No.” Wiley interrupted.Kaplan turned to Jake.“No screw ups this time, Jake.Isabella’s life is at stake.”“No problem, Gregg.Let’s just get Isabella out of there.”“You boys shut up and listen.We don’t have time to waste on any issues between the two of you.” They both nodded.“We have less than thirty minutes.Our timing must be dead on or we’re up the proverbial creek.We get one shot at this.Mr.Kaplan, did you get a thorough briefing on the sailplane and its systems?”“Yes, sir.Your man was very informative and his briefing quite thorough.”“Are you comfortable flying solo?”“I think so, sir.” Kaplan said.“I wish I had an opportunity to practice my landings but it’ll come back to me.”“Who is flying the other glider?” Jake asked.Wiley ignored him.“Mr.Kaplan, you’re flying the number two aircraft.When the sailplanes release from the aero tow, you’ll release first, then number one will release and drop the towline.All you have to do is follow the leader.Stay right on its flight path or slightly above it.The lead glider will set up the proper approach angle.You just do what it does and go where it goes and you should have no trouble.Understand?”“Yes sir.” Kaplan sounded confident.“Who’s flying the lead glider?” Jake interrupted again.Wiley looked at him, then turned to Kaplan.“A walk in the park it won’t be.There are still a couple of issues getting up to Hajjah, but we’ll handle those on a real-time basis.”“We?” Jake said.“Are you flying the lead glider?”“I am.” Wiley said.“I have over a thousand hours flying sailplanes.Do you have a problem with me going along? I did plan this mission by the way.”“No sir.I’m glad you’re going.” Jake stuttered.“No disrespect, but aren’t you a little—?”“I hope for your sake you weren’t going to say ‘old’.”“Jake’s right, sir.This is a dangerous mission.There could be shooting.” Kaplan said.“We don’t want anything to happen to you.”“You boys don’t get it.” Wiley said.“That’s exactly why I’m going along.There can be absolutely no shooting.This is silent running.Someone has to keep you two in line.We have a strict timetable.In and out, no screw-ups or we’re all dead.”† † †Ian Collins stepped out of his rental car and tossed the keys to the valet.The Renaissance Concourse valet grabbed the keys mid-flight.“Welcome to the Renaissance.” The valet handed Collins a ticket stub.“Thank You.” Collins spent many determined hours eliminating his Irish brogue.Other than his size, no other feature about him could stand out.He needed to be just another tall man.He grabbed the ticket, stuffed it into his back pocket, and headed to his sixth-floor room.Everything had fallen into place.His plan was ready for execution.People were creatures of habit.Most people never varied their daily patterns.They became predictable.Old people were the worst.They had routines.Routines they didn’t want to change.Routines that kept them in their comfort zone.Routines that made them vulnerable, something he was counting on.Routines that got them killed.As expected, when he arrived at the mansion earlier in the day, it was empty, the servants sent home for the day.The wealthy owners wouldn’t return home for several hours, which allowed him all the time he needed to rig the incendiary devices.A setup he knew would guarantee results.Effective, failsafe, and totally untraceable [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Those are the colors most widely used for duck hunting.”“Better camouflage at night.Even on a full moon, you just can’t see this glider without light.And on a night like this, with a little cloud cover, forget about it.” The man said.“You could fly right down someone’s throat.They could be looking right at you and they wouldn’t see you coming until it was too late.”“What did you just snap in?” Kaplan asked.“Some sort of portable instrument panel?”“It’s Wiley’s all-in-one special.” The man pointed to the instruments with a red laser pen.“You got your basic three.Altimeter, airspeed indicator, and heading indicator.You also have this special GPS locator, preprogrammed by Wiley himself.Voice-activated headset here, along with these.” He held up a pair of oversized eyeglasses.“And those are?” Kaplan asked.“These are the bomb for night flying.Lightweight.Easy to use.Just flip this switch here.” The man toggled a switch and the eyeglasses lit up pale green.“Night vision made easy.The GPS will line you up, the glasses will make you think it’s high noon.Every landscape detail will be visible.”“Looks like he’s thought about every phase of the mission.” Kaplan said.“Except one.Who’s going to meet us at the rendezvous point?”CHAPTER 24WILEY’S BLACK LEARJET lined up its final approach for a landing to the west on Runway 26.Somewhere near on the airfield, Jake knew Kaplan was waiting.The last time they saw each other, they exchanged harsh words.He wondered how Kaplan would react when he saw him.As the lights from the city of Aden rose to greet him, he tensed in anticipation of landing.The Lear’s tires barked slightly then the Lear taxied off the runway onto the ramp in front of the abandoned hangar, Jake strained his eyes but saw nothing, wondering if the C-130 and Kaplan had arrived.The aircraft slowed, turned around, and then came to a stop.Through the window Jake saw a large shadow looming next to the Lear.They’re here.It had only been a few days, but it seemed longer since Jake had last seen Kaplan.So much had happened since he met Wiley.He felt different.He realized his anger was holding him prisoner.It had become his crutch to deal with guilt.He was prepared for the mission, Wiley made sure of that, quizzing him on details for nearly two hours during the long flight from Belgium.He wondered why his anger felt subdued.Was it because of Wiley?He thought about the last few days.Could it be because of her? Like the moon’s playful reflection dancing on the water, thoughts of Kyli mesmerized him.Every time he looked at Wiley, he thought about her.In one day’s time, her spirit had changed him.He was beginning to realize that he had to let Beth go.He couldn’t change the past.He’d killed the man that had taken her life.O’Rourke had paid his penance.Like Kaplan said, it was time to move on.“Jake.We’ll talk to Mr.Kaplan, then we’ll mobilize.”The air stair door lowered and Kaplan climbed onboard the Lear and took an empty seat.Wiley introduced himself.Kaplan stared at the old man.“Hey, don’t I know—”.“No.” Wiley interrupted.Kaplan turned to Jake.“No screw ups this time, Jake.Isabella’s life is at stake.”“No problem, Gregg.Let’s just get Isabella out of there.”“You boys shut up and listen.We don’t have time to waste on any issues between the two of you.” They both nodded.“We have less than thirty minutes.Our timing must be dead on or we’re up the proverbial creek.We get one shot at this.Mr.Kaplan, did you get a thorough briefing on the sailplane and its systems?”“Yes, sir.Your man was very informative and his briefing quite thorough.”“Are you comfortable flying solo?”“I think so, sir.” Kaplan said.“I wish I had an opportunity to practice my landings but it’ll come back to me.”“Who is flying the other glider?” Jake asked.Wiley ignored him.“Mr.Kaplan, you’re flying the number two aircraft.When the sailplanes release from the aero tow, you’ll release first, then number one will release and drop the towline.All you have to do is follow the leader.Stay right on its flight path or slightly above it.The lead glider will set up the proper approach angle.You just do what it does and go where it goes and you should have no trouble.Understand?”“Yes sir.” Kaplan sounded confident.“Who’s flying the lead glider?” Jake interrupted again.Wiley looked at him, then turned to Kaplan.“A walk in the park it won’t be.There are still a couple of issues getting up to Hajjah, but we’ll handle those on a real-time basis.”“We?” Jake said.“Are you flying the lead glider?”“I am.” Wiley said.“I have over a thousand hours flying sailplanes.Do you have a problem with me going along? I did plan this mission by the way.”“No sir.I’m glad you’re going.” Jake stuttered.“No disrespect, but aren’t you a little—?”“I hope for your sake you weren’t going to say ‘old’.”“Jake’s right, sir.This is a dangerous mission.There could be shooting.” Kaplan said.“We don’t want anything to happen to you.”“You boys don’t get it.” Wiley said.“That’s exactly why I’m going along.There can be absolutely no shooting.This is silent running.Someone has to keep you two in line.We have a strict timetable.In and out, no screw-ups or we’re all dead.”† † †Ian Collins stepped out of his rental car and tossed the keys to the valet.The Renaissance Concourse valet grabbed the keys mid-flight.“Welcome to the Renaissance.” The valet handed Collins a ticket stub.“Thank You.” Collins spent many determined hours eliminating his Irish brogue.Other than his size, no other feature about him could stand out.He needed to be just another tall man.He grabbed the ticket, stuffed it into his back pocket, and headed to his sixth-floor room.Everything had fallen into place.His plan was ready for execution.People were creatures of habit.Most people never varied their daily patterns.They became predictable.Old people were the worst.They had routines.Routines they didn’t want to change.Routines that kept them in their comfort zone.Routines that made them vulnerable, something he was counting on.Routines that got them killed.As expected, when he arrived at the mansion earlier in the day, it was empty, the servants sent home for the day.The wealthy owners wouldn’t return home for several hours, which allowed him all the time he needed to rig the incendiary devices.A setup he knew would guarantee results.Effective, failsafe, and totally untraceable [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]