Terror Descending
When time has run out, when there are no choices left and the government's hands are tied, the Oval Office has one last bid for action: Stony Man. A last-resort, covert action team, this elite commando and cybernetics defense unit swings into action to protect America and the rest of the free world from the nightmare point of no return.Dedicated to a cause thirty years in the making, a powerful, militant group has amassed a private army of weaponry and mercenaries, and a mandate of world peace–by way of mass murder. Across the globe, unmarked planes are spilling a tidal wave of innocent blood as military and civilian targets all become fair game. When enough of the world is gone…they will step into power. Unless freedom's last, longest…and only shot does what it does best: the impossible.
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ERUPTING FROM THE WATER, THE TEAM DREW RAGGED BREATHS
Bitter smoke billowed across the water like a woolen blanket. In the air above them, there was only noise and flames, bellowing madness mixed with pitiful screams. Then a dark shadow swept across the lock as something massive blocked out the sun and was gone.
Hawkins started to shout something, then realized Phoenix Force wasnât alone in the lock. A cargo ship was only yards away, the rust-streaked hull rising like an iron wall alongside the men.
âMove!â McCarter shouted, lurching into a furious swim. Starting low and slow, a swell began to lift the team from the water being compressed between the ship and the wall of the lock.
A split second of panic engulfed the Stony Man team as the hull came straight for them.
Terror Descending
Don Pendleton
Stony Man>®
AMERICAâS ULTRA-COVER INTELLIGENCE AGENCY
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Nick Pollotta for his contribution to this work.
For those who fight the good fight
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
PROLOGUE
Provence, France
As silent as a thief in the night, a shadow moved across the lush countryside, briefly eclipsing the bright sun and casting the world into stygian gloom.
Suzette Perdue recoiled slightly as a titanic 757 jumbo jet noisily rumbled over the Marseilles Provence Airport, the thunderous wake of the rising airliner audibly shaking the unbreakable Plexiglas window of the passenger lounge.
Smiling in embarrassment, Perdue looked around, but thankfully, nobody had noticed her childish reaction. The bustling crowd was busy rushing to and from gates, buying things at the duty-free shops, eating, laughing or standing impatiently in long lines at the security checkpoints.
Uniformed soldiers of the 1st PIRâParachute Infantry Regiment, the French Special Forcesâstood alert behind low sandbag walls, some sort of double-barrel weapons held in their calloused hands. Machine gun, assault rifle, bazooka, Perdue had no idea what the bulky things were, but the weapons looked very deadly, and she timidly shied away from the burly men and women in their stark military uniforms. Swinging her cell phone toward the soldiers, Perdue saw one of them glance her way and frown. Immediately she lowered the device and timidly smiled in return until the stern man nodded in approval and looked away.
Turning her back to the troops, Perdue exhaled in relief. These were perilous times, and all of this new security was necessary to allow the nation to run smoothly. As her grandmother always said, freedom was anything but free.
âFlight 219 from Cairo, arriving at Gate 18,â a genderless voice announced over the PA system.
Excitedly, Perdue moved closer to the observation window, lifting the cell phone and switching back to the camera function to try to record the arrival of the jet. A special moment to remember forever. This was it, Jean-Pierre was coming. At any second now they would be together at last. After so many years of service, her fiancé was finally returning from war in the Middle East, along with some general famous for something she had never heard about. The city had a big celebration planned for him, but that had nothing to do with her and Jean-Pierre. While the general was wined and dined, they would be married at a small chapel downtown, and then quickly leave for their honeymoon in the motel near the lake.
Outside the window, the massive airport spread out for what seemed like miles. There were a dozen runways, wide and black, radiating in an overlapping pattern.
Suddenly voices were raised in anger from behind and she turned to see grim-faced soldiers converging on a checkpoint. Briefly, Perdue saw a fat man struggling to get away from their grasping hands, then his shirt ripped open and out poured an endless flow of glistening white powder. Cocaine, or heroin, it was impossible to say. She aimed the tiny camera lens of the phone at the scene, then lowered it. This was not going into her wedding book.
Using the butts of their rifles, the soldiers brutally subdued the drug smuggler and the limp body was dragged away. Only moments later, the line of passengers was moving smoothly again, and an old janitor arrived with a mop and pail to start cleaning the bloody powder off the smooth terrazzo floor, overseen by airport security.
Turning away from the awful sight, Perdue pressed her face against the observation window, trying to see into the misty sky, the forgotten phone clenched tightly in her hand. However, there were too many planes overhead, and it was impossible to tell which were about to land and which were streaking past the airport at supersonic speeds. Distance made the velocity of the aircraft illusory, the lower planes seeming much faster than the rocketing aircraft high overhead.
