Designated (Book 1): Designated Infected by Ricky Cooper Read Free Book Online

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humour falling from his face.
    'Don't give me that bullshit,
Bogatir. You know that this is your piss-ass country's fucking fault.
The infection spread on your container ship, in your port and has landed in my country's lap thanks to that shit poor excuse you have for a security
force. So don't come and piss in my coffee with a bullshit story
about you helping us.'
    Bolton shook his head slightly as he watched the
exchange between the two men. Fadei's bulk towered over Baker who,
although six foot three in height, was still several inches shorter
than the former GRU agent. Moving to one side, he watched as Fadei
threw a right hook at Bakers face, the connecting smack sending the
fifteen stone soldier off his feet and into the side of the plane. A
soft squeaking noise rolled through the plane as he slid down the
aluminium siding of the aircraft.
    Pushing himself from the seat he had landed in, Baker
charged like a bull. Roaring with anger, he crashed into the side of
the gargantuan Russian lifting him off the floor and sending him head
first through the wind shield of the Land Rover tied down to the
floor of the plane.
    The glass exploded, sending small, tinkling crystal like
squares of glass cascading over the floor. A loud, cacophonous boom
echoed around the aircraft. All heads pivoted towards the source of
the noise.
    'That is quite enough gentlemen, we have a job to do so
lets get on and do it; and please for the love of God, behave like
grown men not squabbling children.'
    Pottergate's tone left little room for argument and
neither did the pistol he had clasped in his hand, which was
currently aimed at Fadei's head.
    'And if you ever lay a hand on one of my men again, I
will personally cut it off and make you watch as I force feed it to
your mother; am I clear?'
    The massive man mountain nodded as he looked into the
unwavering cerulean blue eyes that held his gaze.
    'Good, now why don't we all get along and move out? We
have a job to do and it doesn't include trying to beat one another to
death.'
    Baker shot a half-hearted salute at his commander before
barging past Bogatir and moving off down the gangway that had been
lowered by Rawlings. His boots thumped against the reinforced ramp as
he strode out into the harsh snow blown wind of the coastal air base,
Fadei was fast on his heels, his face a mask of barely suppressed
anger as he wiped away the blood running from his broken nose,
smearing the red gooey liquid across his bearded cheek.
    A stream of unintelligible Russian spewed forth from the
Russian specialist, as he stomped past Baker. A gentle hand alighted
on Baker's shoulder stopping him dead.
    Turning slowly on his heel, he came face to face with
his commanding officer, who with a nod of his head indicated for
Baker to step back with him.
    'Derek, we found some evidence of what happened to the
team in Panjshir.'
    Baker's eyes widened, glowing with anticipation. Sitting
himself down in one of the seats in the hold, he waited for
Pottergate to continue.
    'When the AC130 levelled the village we found a
honeycomb of tunnels beneath the streets. It seems as if they had at
some point excavated the streets and under most of the dwellings to
enable them to move stores, weapons and men from one point, to the
next without discovery; probably as a way to keep the garrison
numbers undiscovered.'
    Baker's form slumped in the chair; his hands slowly
drifted upwards settling against his face as he rubbed the tiredness
from his mind. Grinding the balls of his hands against his eyes as if
he could possibly make them feel any better than they did at that
second.
    'So basically we had no chance in hell of spotting them
before they spotted us.'
    Pottergate shook his head, as he mulled over the words
he was contemplating.
    'No, none.'
    Derek's world seemed to sink further into the abyss he
was so tenuously balanced over, the thin line of his sanity further
stretching as his grip ever so slowly weakened, pushing him closer to
the