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By Kaylea Cross

Copyright © 2013 by Kaylea Cross

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or accept been used fictitiously and are not to be construed equally real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, bodily events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in role by any means existing without written permission from the author.

ISBN: 9780991905027

Dedication

I dedicate this book to the men and women everywhere working to make the world a better and safer place. Your efforts are greatly appreciated.

Author's Note

This is the starting time book of my
Titanium Security
series, and I hope yous'll fall in love with my ex-military defense force contractor band of brothers: Hunter, Gage, Sean and Blake. They've each got a unique story to tell, so strap in and hang on for the ride equally they do their part to eradicate the face of evil they're hunting.

Happy reading!

Kaylea Cantankerous

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Affiliate 3

Affiliate four

Chapter five

Affiliate 6

Affiliate vii

Affiliate 8

Chapter nine

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Affiliate 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Affiliate xvi

Chapter 17

Chapter eighteen

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Complete Booklist

Acknowledgements

About the Author

I volition never quit. I persevere and thrive on adversity. My Nation expects me to be physically harder and mentally stronger than my enemies. If knocked down, I will become back upward, every time. I volition draw on every remaining ounce of strength to protect my teammates and to reach our mission. I am never out of the fight.

—Navy SEAL creed

Chapter I

The noise of the growing mob outside swelled louder. A muted roar made by hundreds of aroused voices chanting one of the only Urdu phrases he knew.

Death to America.

Hunter Phillips checked his weapon i final time and turned in a crouch to face up the half dozen other men now trapped with him in the burning Interior Ministry building building. Three of his security contractor teammates, and three international diplomats who were scared out of their fucking minds and visibly struggling to hold it together.

The sound of more breaking glass shattered the tension in the room. Another burn alarm blared to life from downwardly one of the hallways, signaling that the flames were spreading fast. Already the smoke was thick enough to brand his eyes sting. "We've got a minute or two, max, before they calibration the wall," he said to the homo on his right.

Scottie, the squad leader and Hunter's all-time friend, scanned their darkened surroundings, merely they both knew at that place was only 1 fashion out. "Call again for an emergency exfil," he told Hunter. "Tell them nosotros'll stay in the building as long every bit possible."

It was their simply selection, since the identify was completely surrounded by angry Pakistanis. Trying to escape out whatever of the emergency exits would result in them existence shot or beaten to expiry, and their bodies dragged through the streets by the enraged mob.

"Fire's spreading from the north side," Gage, the retired Special Forces master sergeant reminded him equally Hunter got back on the radio to stress the urgency of their situation. "All exits and staircases on that side are out."

"We'll take to get to the roof and await there," Scottie answered.

"What's the story on that bird?" Hunter demanded to the homo on the other finish of his radio, shoving his finger into his other ear to hear the response over the chaos.

"Working on information technology, sir."

Not adept enough. "Nosotros've got two Pakistani officials and the American
ambassador
with us, and nosotros've simply got a few more minutes earlier that mob gets within." He and his teammates had already spent the last thirty minutes fighting their way through the rabble to become within the place and secure the surviving diplomats. Getting out was going to be way harder.

Rounds started slamming into the window above them. Spider webs formed around the bear on sites. Dozens of them. He ducked instinctively when the so-called bullet resistant drinking glass finally splintered. They all hit the deck and covered their heads with their arms every bit chunks of it rained downwards. A split second later on a hail of bullets peppered the far wall behind them, a few feet over their heads.

The roar outside intensified instantly. Two firebombs flew through the shattered window, hit the floor and exploded into a wall of flame. Hunter didn't get a take chances to hear what the man was maxim to him over the radio. From the sudden rise in book of that terrible roar, he knew the oversupply had finally cleared the wall and were most to storm the building.

Fucking hell.
He grabbed his rifle and rolled back into a crouch every bit the wall of noise pulsed confronting his eardrums. They were near to be overrun, and all considering some dickhead preacher back home had decided burning the Quran would be a cracking publicity stunt to evidence how much he and the rest of America hated Islam. The incident had not only angered the Muslim world, it had already cost the lives of more a hundred innocent people caught in the crossfire. Including an American philanthropist the Taliban had captured and killed in the tribal region of Islamic republic of pakistan for trying to promote female educational activity. Then they'd used the Quran burning incident to justify the homo's savage murder and incite the full general populace to attack American interests in the country.

"Go," Scottie shouted over the defoliation, grabbing the white-faced American administrator by the upper arm. He hauled the homo toward the closest hallway, filled with hellish orangish light from the fires while the other two team members took accuse of the Pakistanis.

In a running hunker Hunter followed behind, covering their six. A few yards into the hallway the smoke was already noticeably thicker, making them coughing equally they raced to discover a stairwell that would take them to the roof. They turned correct and stopped short at the sheet of flame licking the walls and ceiling alee of them, blocking their get out. Veering left, they ran blindly down another hallway merely as the enraged mob breached the building.

Hunter could hear the shouts and pounding footsteps closing in on them, moving closer with every heartbeat. Shots rang out behind them, way too close. Whirling, he went to i genu and brought his M4 upwards, fired at the shadowy shapes that appeared around the corner. He dropped three of them before he jumped to his feet and raced after his teammates' hazy silhouettes as they disappeared into the smoke down the corridor in forepart of him.

"Over here! Bustle!"

He spun and followed Gage'due south shout, staying low to keep out of the worst of the choking, toxic fume. Thirty yards in, the air began to clear slightly. He could simply make out the doorway at the end of the hall and ran straight for it. Only he wasn't fast enough.

More attackers spilled into the corridor behind them and opened fire. A flare-up of rounds plowed into the wall next to Hunter'south head. He whipped around and returned fire, dropping two and wounding another. To his correct and slightly above him he could hear his teammates' thudding footsteps as they rushed the diplomats toward the roof. He chased after them, turning every few seconds to shoot at the men pursuing them.

The dim emergency lighting in the stairwell flickered on and off, casting eerie shadows everywhere. His lungs burned from the smoke, his centre slammed as he raced up the physical steps. Two floors. Three. And the mob was still coming subsequently them.

At the fourth—and top—floor he turned the corner on the stairs and came to a skidding stop when he saw his team gathered adjacent to a steel exit door. Gage was staggering dorsum from it, swearing and sweating, rifle held tight in his hands. Someone had already put a circular through the lock machinery, which was even so holding somehow. When Gage moved bated Scottie backed up a pace then slammed his boot repeatedly into the ruined lock. Even with the bullet hole and the ex-SEAL's considerable muscle, the goddamn door didn't budge.

Scottie looked back at him, his expression tense. "Get downwardly to the tertiary floor and try some other stairwell."

There was nowhere else to go. "They're correct behind us," Hunter warned.

"Go," Scottie ordered. "I'll watch our six this time."

Not wasting some other second, Hunter turned and ran while the others followed him back downward the stairs. He careened around the corner, through a door, and tore down another hallway that led to the opposite side of the building. Distant shouts echoed up from beneath. His teammates were a few strides behind him. In the thinning fume his gaze locked on the steel door at the end of the hall. Simply steps abroad, he heard the horde coming.

He dropped to one knee in firing position as his teammates escorting the diplomats rushed passed, and waited. The moment the start attacker cleared the corner he fired, hitting him in the chest. The guy fell, arms outstretched, knocking back the man behind him. Hunter shot him in the head and didn't pause to watch him hit the floor.

He sprang to his feet and made a desperate charge for the door. Scottie saw him coming and stepped aside in time for Hunter to smash the lock with the sole of his kick. Every bit the punishing impact traveled up his leg he felt the door gave fashion. One more well placed kick and the heavy door flew open to crash into the concrete wall. The stairwell to the fourth floor—and hopefully the roof—was clear.

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