The Night Stalker Rescue by Jason Kasper

about tear-assing around Syria, however briefly, in the hunt for an escaped vehicle with their target inside. Still, he could see the logic—there was an overland route by which they could intercept the curving canyon road as it emerged onto flat ground, and perhaps a brief diversion was in order to make it there. If the team arrived quickly enough, they could smoke the target vehicle in a hasty ambush. The question was whether they could make it there before their target slipped away for good. Nearing the bottom of the hill, Cancer caught sight of one of his team vehicles ripping east across the desert. Not until he’d threaded his way between boulders at the base of the hill did he see the second—a sand-covered SUV idling with Ian at the wheel. Cancer yanked the rear door open, angling his massive sniper rifle inside without banging the scope out of alignment. He’d barely felt the seat beneath him before Ian floored the gas, causing the door to slam shut as they gained speed over the desert. David turned around in the passenger seat and fixed Cancer with an accusatory glare. “What took you so long?” *** Reilly braced himself in the pickup bed, doing his best to remain standing. Trying to hold his machinegun stationary on the roof of the cab was like trying to use chopsticks while riding a rodeo bull. The truck pitched and bounced over the rolling terrain, causing the machinegun bipod to carve across the roof in ear-piercing metallic screeches as Reilly fought to stay upright,