PRIMAL Nemesis (Book 2 in the Redemption Trilogy, A PRIMAL Action Thriller Book 6) (The PRIMAL Series) by Jack Silkstone Read Free Book Online Page B

here.”
    They met Pavel on the other side of the clearing. There was a path that ran down a ridgeline toward the coast of the tropical island. Taking turns with the 180-pound ‘hostage’, it took them forty-five minutes to reach the beach where a high-powered ATV was parked with headlights on.
    “Nice one, team.” Vance, PRIMAL's Director of Operations was waiting for them. The barrel-chested bald-headed African American was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and Panama shorts. “Drinks are in the cooler.”
    Kruger dumped the dummy hostage into the back of the ATV and grabbed a sports drink. “Those mortar sims were a nice touch. Wasn't expecting that.”
    “You handled it well. Let's load up and get you guys back to the Bunker.”
    He jumped in the passenger seat as Miklos and Pavel piled into the cargo bed. “Any news from Aleks?” he asked as they sped off.
    “Yeah, he's heading across to Germany to talk with Kurtz’s parents. Once he's done there he'll be coming home.”
    “Then we’ll be deploying to Jamaica with the others?”
    “Possibly. We need to be ready to respond to a range of contingencies, not just in South America.” Vance drove the buggy off the beach onto a tarmac runway. The headlights lit up an old rusted hangar that butted against a towering cliff.
    “I think we should probably do some HAHO and HALO practice then,” Kruger said referring to the high-altitude parachuting techniques.
    “Good idea.” Vance drove inside the rusted out hangar and stopped in front of the solid rock wall. “I'll schedule some jumps for tomorrow afternoon.”
    The cliff face at the back of the hangar rumbled as it split. A gigantic hidden door slid apart. Once the gap was wide enough Vance raced into PRIMAL's hidden headquarters.
    No matter how many times you saw it, the PRIMAL hangar was still impressive, thought Kruger. The floodlit cavern was home to the organization’s aircraft. There were two parked in the hangar: a hulking Ilyushin-76, its engines currently in pieces, and an AW609 tilt rotor. The third jet in the fleet, a Gulfstream G650 nicknamed Sleek , was deployed in Jamaica.
    Vance drove the ATV around the Il-76 transporter and cut across the nose of the tilt rotor. He parked next to the cargo elevator and jumped out. “Sort your gear out, boys, and get some rest. I've got a feeling you’re going to be in the thick of it in no time.”
     
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    KINGSTON, JAMAICA
     
    Chua had let the team enjoy their breakfast before herding them inside the office for a pre-mission briefing. His own meal, a burrito, was sitting cold and limp on his desk among a pile of empty energy drink cans. He’d been up all night planning via video link to the Bunker. His right eye was already starting to twitch from fatigue.
    “Looking pretty tired there, brother,” said Bishop as he took a seat in front of the main screen. He looked refreshed from his morning yoga session with Saneh.
    Chua nodded as he watched the others file in. Only Flash wasn’t present; he was getting some much-needed sleep.
    “OK team, I'm going to start with a quick update on the work Flash has done since last night. As you're all aware we've been working our way through the intel that Mitch and Mirza enabled us to pull off MVI's secure servers.”
    “Well done, lads,” said Bishop.
    Mitch punched his fist in the air and gave it a victory pump.
    “MVI has since tightened their security procedures limiting collection to what we already have. We've exploited almost all of that information now and one of the conclusions that has dropped out is a rift in the relationship between two of the directors. Wesley Chambers, their capital raising guy, and Charles King, the head of security and boss of GES, hate each other. King has identified Chambers as a significant risk due to his hedonistic social life and unwillingness to comply with security protocols. Mirza had the opportunity to meet him last week when he was undercover.” He glanced at the PRIMAL