Americaâs elite black ops team Stony Man Farm is dedicated to protecting the innocent. Acting on orders of the President, these soldiers and cyber techs are the nationâs best defense against violence and terror across the globe.
COASTAL CRISIS
Adding insult to injury, terrorists are discovered laundering money through Liberty City, an economic free zone in Grenada, sending Able Team undercover to follow the money trail. It doesnât take long to discover the free city has provided a haven for building homemade ballistic missiles. Phoenix Force arrives just in time to provide backup, but the missiles have already been shipped to a rogue group with their sights disturbingly set on the California coast. Both teams must join forces to avert disaster, because failure could mean the death of the President and thousands of Americans.
McCARTER TOOK THE FLIGHT RECORDER AND SLID IT ACROSS THE TABLE TO PROPENKO
âHere, this is your first job. Take this andââ
Propenkoâs scarred fist slammed down on the flight recorder. Bits of thick plastic armor flew in all directions. He scooped up the little black boxâs innards and made a fist around them. Technology cracked and popped.
The Russian went to the sink, turned on the tap and flicked on the garbage disposal. He dropped the shattered remnants down the drain and the flight recorder of Drone 1 met its final mastication.
McCarter noted that the Russianâs leg seemed to be bothering him a lot less.
Everyone froze as the lights suddenly went out and the garbage disposal spun to a grinding, snapping halt. For a moment the only sound was the running tap. The lights of the neighbors on the surrounding hillsides and the lights of the city below didnât flicker. Someone had cut the safe houseâs power.
âGear up,â McCarter ordered. âWeâre about to get hit.â
Poland, Gulf of Gdansk
âI have movement,â Gary Manning reported.
David McCarter, leader of Phoenix Force, looked up into the scudding rain of the Baltic Sea in winter. âAble Team gets all the soft jobsâ¦â he muttered. âWhat do you see, Gummer?â
Manning spoke from his sniper hide three hundred meters back. They were in Baltic marshlands and he held the only high ground, but it was barely ten meters above sea level. âThree trucks, as reported. I make them Russian civilian Zil half-tons. Canvas tops.â
T. J. Hawkins checked his weapon. He mostly approved of the Polish kit. The Beryl rifle was basically a Russian AK but sexier and built to NATO standards. The young soldier peered out into crepuscular dawn across the gulf and took in the lights of Kaliningrad across the border as they came on in the predawn. âYou know, I still donât quite get how thatâs Russia.â
Calvin James checked his weapon a final time, as well. âItâs an oblast, Hawk.â
âA what?â
âAn exclave federal subject of Russia.â
âYou know I love it when you talk all smart ânâ stuff,â Hawkins declared.
Calvin James waited for it.
Hawkins sighed. âOkay, whatâs an exclave?â
James made the young warrior work. âWhatâs the difference between the Latin prefixes en and ex?â
âEx! Like exoskeleton! Outside! Like sci-fi body armor, and bugs!â
James nodded grudgingly. âSomeone give that Wal-Mart-shopping, cornbread-fed Son of the South a cigar.â
Hawkins beamed. âYeah, but why is it Russia? I mean, shouldnât it be part of Poland or one of the Balticstans?â
Rafael Encizo snorted. âDid he just say Balticstan?â
âThat piece of property has gone back and forth more than a few times historically,â Calvin James explained. âBut the last time it traded hands? The Soviets took it from the Nazis, in World War II, and they didnât give it back. To anybody.â
Hawkins nodded sagely. âThey have a habit of that.â
âThat they do. Itâs the Russian Federationâs only western seaport that doesnât freeze over in winter. They arenât going to give it back to anyone anytime soon.â
Hawkins looked to their leader. âSo what are we doing here again?
McCarter watched the trucks approach down the one-lane road through the misty marsh forest. They were a dozen klicks outside the Polish city of Elbag. The land was flat, dank, forested with twisted trees right out of a horror movie and mostly undeveloped. The Kaliningrad oblast was indeed Russiaâs westernmost outpost, and had a massive military presence. Not unsurprisingly, the oblast also had a massive Russian organized crime presence, and served as a launch point for Russian mafiya endeavors into Western Europe.
This stretch of coast was a well-known smugglersâ route. McCarter knew that big money was paid on both sides of the border to keep the salty, dark, cold and windswept stretch of wetlands clear of Polish state police and customs.