Page 52 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“I don’t care if you have to take off your shirt and French kiss the steering wheel, you do whatever you need to do to get her revved up,” Gideon all but shouted. “Everything I’ve read about those machines is that they’re the slickest things since a slip ‘n slide. You should be able to work her without putting out,” Gideon admonished.
“Yeah, well someone hasn’t been taking care of her. The hydraulics are damn near shot,” Mateo countered in a calm voice. Thank God he wasn’t buying into Gideon’s bullshit.
Gideon hardly ever popped off. Since he did it must mean that he wasn’t getting good news from the brass. But he must still be fighting with them because he’d yet to report anything to the team.
Kostya increased their speed. “I want to hear from any of you if you’re unable to keep up with the vehicle in front of you. In that case, we’ll slow down. Sebastian, keep monitoring the roads with the muPS, I want to know the minute you find anything that looks like the supply vehicles from St. Petersburg.”
“Understood,” Sebastian answered. Kostya just hoped that Gideon’s little gizmo was as good as he thought it was, especially since their convoy was moving and so were the supplies from St. Petersburg. God forbid they just ran into one another.
Kostya picked up more speed, and after two more kilometers, miracles of miracles he could actually begin to make out trees up ahead.
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing, Lieutenant?” Landon asked excitedly. “The snow is letting up.”
“About damn time,” Ryker muttered. “I know I said it was cool, but I’ve changed my mind. I miss the surf and sand.”
“Pussy,” Linc chuckled. “My mom goes ice fishing at least five times a winter. You wouldn’t stand a chance in Minnesota, don’tcha know.”
“I’ve got good news,” Gideon said, interrupting the chatter. “As soon as the weather breaks, the Finns are arranging an NH-90 to meet us, and it can carry all of us. They don’t care where we are.”
Kostya’s shoulders relaxed, just one tiny little bit. He was paid to think of all the ways that shit could go wrong, and God knew there were still a whole hell of a lot of ways it could.
“Sebastian, pass the muPS over to Gideon and you take over monitoring the satellite phone.”
“Gladly,” was Sebastian’s heartfelt response. Every one of Omega Sky’s team members felt pretty damn comfortable with technology, but they all bowed down to Gideon’s expertise. He had the touch.
“I have a better shot of finding them if they’re on the road coming south from St. Petersburg than once they’re on this sorry-as-shit path,” Gideon explained. “It’s going to be harder to pinpoint them here because it’s so narrow and it’s so close to the trees.”
Kostya grimaced. “Understood.” He hit the accelerator even harder. There were no two ways around it, they needed to get past that this sorry-assed-road.
