七星彩长条 >双彩网3d字谜专区>2021欧洲杯买球正规平台
bob手机体育app

2021欧洲杯买球正规平台

时间:<2021-07-08 02:22:40>
语言:简体中文
普通下载 安全下载

安全下载  *安全、高速、稳定、防劫持、防病毒*

应用有被劫持的风险,可能出现广告、病毒、扣费等风险状况,建议使用豌豆荚安全下载。

简介

And-thanks. But he's still human, and plans can go wrong-""He knows that. They all do. They're prepared.""Why didn't he want you to go in?"There was an infinitesimal pause, so brief she wasn't certain she had heard it. "Despite what he said, Dallas doesn't think I'm as good as he is," Tucker said with wry humor.She didn't believe him. For one thing, Dallas respected him too much. For another, that tiny pause before he spoke told her he had been weighing his response, and his answer wasn't one that had required any weighing.Whoever he was, whatever he was hiding, Niema accepted that she wasn't going to get any straight answers from him. He was probably one of those paranoid spooks everyone read about, who saw spies and enemies everywhere, and, if you asked him if it was supposed to rain the next day, would wonder what you were planning that required bad weather.Sayyed's voice whispered over the radio. "Trouble. Activity in the warehouse. Looks like they're getting ready to make a shipment."Tucker swore, his attention immediately focused on the situation. It was imperative the warehoused store of bacteria be completely destroyed before a shipment was made. The warehouse was usually deserted at night, with guards posted outside, but now there was activity that prevented Sayyed from planting his charges."How many?" Tucker asked."I make it. . . eight. . . no, nine. I took cover behind some barrels, but I can't move around any."They couldn't let that shipment leave the warehouse."Dallas." Tucker spoke the name quietly into his headset."I'm on the way, Boss. My charges are set."Niema's nails dug into her palms. Dallas was going to Sayyed's aid, but they would still be badly outnumbered, and by moving, Dallas was risking exposure. She reached for the second headset; she didn't know what she was going to say to her husband, but she didn't have the chance. Tucker's hand shot out; he jerked the plug out of the radio set and tossed the headset aside, his dark gaze cool and hard as he met her stunned look.She found herself on her feet, her shoulders braced, hands knotted into fists. "He's my husband," she said fiercely.Tucker put his hand over the tiny microphone. "And he doesn't need the distraction of hearing you now." He added deliberately, "If you try anything, I'll tie and gag you."She wasn't without some training herself, and Dallas, once he realized he couldn't convince her to play it safe and sit home like a good little wife, had been teaching her how to fight in ways her self-defense class had never covered. Still, her level of expertise in no way matched his, or Tucker's. The only way she could take him, she thought, was to catch him totally by surprise, from behind.But he was right. Damn it, he was right. She didn't dare say anything that could break Dallas's concentration.She held up her hands in a brief gesture of surrender and moved three steps away. The hut was so small she couldn't go much farther anyway. She sat down on a pack of provisions and tried to beat down the suffocating waves of anxiety.The minutes crawled by. She knew Dallas was creeping toward the warehouse section, using every bit of cover available to him, trying not to take chances. She also knew that every passing second put the terrorists that much closer to leaving with the shipment of bacteria. Dallas would be balancing caution with expediency.Tucker spoke into the headset. "Sayyed. Report.""I can't budge an inch. The truck is almost loaded.""Two minutes," Dallas said.Two minutes. Niema closed her eyes. Cold sweat trickled down her back. Please, she found herself praying. Please. She couldn't form any words other than that.Two minutes could be a lifetime. Time itself could be strangely elastic, stretching until every second was ponderous, until the second hand on her watch seemed almost motionless."I'm in position."The words almost broke her control. She bit her lip until the taste of blood filled her mouth."How does it look?""Sayyed's got his ass in a crack, all right. Hey, buddy, how many charges did you get set?""One.""Shit."One wasn't enough. Niema had listened to them, knew how many charges Dallas estimated it would take to completely destroy the facility."Hadi?""In position. Can't help you much.""Start pulling back." Dallas's voice was even. "Sayyed, arm all the charges."There was another silence, then Sayyed's, "Done.""Get ready. Throw the pack under the truck, then run tike hell. I'll lay down covering fire. I'm gonna give us Jive seconds to get outta here before I hit the button.""Damn. Maybe you should make it six," Sayyed said."Ready." Dallas was still utterly calm. "Go!" Chapter TwoThe staccato thunder of gunfire blasted from the radio speaker. Niema jerked as if some of the bullets had hit her, her hands pressed hard to her mouth to hold back the scream that clogged her throat. Tucker swung around to face her, as if he didn't trust her to keep silent. He needn't have worried; she was frozen in place. There was an animal-like sound, cut short. "Son of a bitch! Sayyed bought it." "Pull out," Tucker said, but there was a renewed burst of gunfire that drowned out his words.And from the tinny speaker came a sound that made the hair on Niema's neck stand on end, a kind of hollowed-out grunt, underlaid by gunfire and a thudding sound."Ah . . . shit." The words were strained, thin; she could barely recognize Dallas's voice."Hadi!" Tucker barked. "Dallas is down. Get him-""No." The word came on an exhalation, long and deep."Hang on, buddy, I can be there-" Urgency was plain in Hadi's voice."Save yourself. . . the trouble. I'm gut shot."The world went gray around her. Niema fought back the shock, fought back the sensation of her entire body falling apart as the bottom dropped out of her stomach and her lungs seized, unable to pump. Gut shot. Even if he had been in the States, with a trauma unit nearby, the injury was critical. Here in these cold, isolated mountains, with safety and cutting-edge medical help days away, it was a death sentence. She knew this; her mind knew it. But she rejected it anyway, recoiling from the knowledge.There were more shots, very close. Dallas was still shooting, still holding them off."Boss ..." The whisper floated around the hut."I'm here." Tucker was still facing Niema, his gaze locked on her."Is . . . Can Niema hear?"Dallas had to be going into shock, or he would never have asked, would have realized she could hear everything. She had wired the switch open.Tucker's gaze never wavered from her. "No," he said.More shots. The sound of Dallas's breathing, shallow and quick. "Good. I. . . I've still got the detonator. Can't let them leave with . . . that shit.""No," Tucker said again. "You can't." His voice was almost gentle."Take . . . take care of her."Tucker's face was a mask, his gaze locked on her face. "I will." He paused, and said, "Do it."The explosion shook the hut, sending dirt cascading down from the cracks in the ceiling, rattling the door on its frame. The blast wave hadn't passed before Tucker was moving, ripping the headset from his ears and tossing it down. He picked up a hammer and began methodically destroying the radio; even though it was old and obsolete, it was functional, and their plan was to leave nothing that could be used. Reducing the radio to rubble took half a minute.That done, he pulled Niema away from the packs of provisions and swiftly began repacking them, redistributing what they would carry. She stood numbly in the middle of the hut, unable to move, her brain frozen with shock. She was aware of pain; there was a great, clawing pain in her chest, as if her heart were exploding, and even that was somehow felt as if from a distance.Tucker thrust a heavy coat at her. Niema stared at it, unable to comprehend what he wanted her to do with it. Silently he bundled her into it, putting her arms into the sleeves as if she were a toddler, zipping it up, tucking her hair under the collar as an extra buffer for her neck. He tugged gloves on her hands, and put a warm fur hat on her head.He pulled a heavy sweater on over his head, then shrugged into his own coat. As he was pulling on his gloves, a low whistle sounded outside the hut, and he extinguished the light. Hadi slid in the door, and Tucker turned the light on again.Even in the weakness of the single light, Hadi's face was drawn and white. He looked immediately at Niema. "God-" he began, only to be silenced by a quick motion from Tucker."Not now. We have to move." He shoved one of the consolidated packs into Hadi's arms, and slung the other two onto his own shoulders. He picked up a rifle, took Niema's arm, and led her into the night.Their transportation, an old Renault, had died on them the first night, and all of Tucker's mechanical expertise could not repair a broken axle. Hadi glanced worriedly at Niema. She hadn't faltered during the two days they had been moving; she was like a robot, keeping pace with them no matter how hard Tucker pushed them. She spoke when they asked her a direct question; she ate when Tucker gave her food, drank when he gave her water. What she hadn't done was sleep. She would lie down when he told her to, but she hadn't slept, and her eyes were swollen with fatigue. Both men knew she couldn't go on much longer."What are you going to do?" Hadi asked Tucker, keeping his voice low. "Do we split up as originally planned, or stay together? You may need help getting her out.""We split up," Tucker said. "It's safer that way. A woman traveling with two men would attract more attention than a man and his wife."They were traveling northwest, through Iran's most populated area, but that was the only way to get to Turkey, and safety. Iraq was due west, Afghanistan and Pakistan were to the east, the splinter nations left by the breakup of the Soviet Union to the northeast, the Caspian Sea to the north and the Persian Gulf to the south, through very inhospitable desert. Turkey was their only feasible destination. From here on out, Niema would have to wear the traditional Muslim chador.They had traveled at night at first, the better to avoid detection if there was any pursuit, though it was possible Sayyed and Dallas were thought to be the only

  • 软件类别:游戏类目
  • 软件语言:简体中文
  • 软件大小:251671M
  • 更新时间:<2021-07-08 02:22:40>
  • 运行环境:BOB体育官方入口|bob公司推荐

同类推荐

  • 最新软件排行
  • 最热软件排行
  • 评分最高软件
  • 大家还在看

    热搜     |     排行     |     热点     |     话题     |     标签

    Copyright ? 2012-2021 m.qianduanblog.com

    友情链接: 牛牛下载 2021欧洲杯线上投注 博森娱乐 买球欧洲杯下单 bob综合体育网页版
    网站地图 彩61 欧洲杯外围网址 三人二七王如何算牌 2021欧洲杯买球正规平台