Greek God (Navy SEALs of Valor 4)
released October 9, 2015
Meet Greek God number one, Darryl Jennings. He’s a Petty Officer First Class with DEVGRU. Greek God number two, Nathan Brooks has retired from the Navy, but still works as an operative for the U.S. Department of State. And last, but certainly not least (the man’s serious eye candy), there’s Greek God number three and SEAL Team member Karl Patterson. The three rendezvous on the Greek Island of Lefkada; not for a mission, not for routine rest and relaxation, but for a wedding.
CIA agent Olivia Simpson, former Air Force pilot Baylee Stiles and broadcast journalist, Jamie Phillips are also headed for this idyllic island on the Ionian Sea. One of these ladies is a bride-to-be. One suffers from a broken heart. And the other woman is about to be targeted by a band of pissed-off Muslim Alliance terrorists.
An evil smile crept over Farid’s face. He felt light-headed, almost delirious with excitement. It was an honor to be one of Allah’s chosen people, placed on Earth to establish a pure race of Muslims and to cleanse the world of the lesser beings. A thrill rushed through his veins every time he violently ended the life of an infidel. The time to rage war on the Americans has come. His heart beat faster as he imagined brutally slaying the men who had interfered with his purposeful mission of Jihad.
The three American Navy SEALs he’d been waiting for deplaned from their Dulles-to-Athens flight, two of them with women on their arms.
Nathan Brooks—resigned from the Navy in February of 2015 before being hired by the U.S. Department of State. Travels under dozens of different identities. The woman hanging on his arm is former Air Force Captain Baylee Stiles.
He’d managed to tail Brooks after a recent extraction mission in Syria. Eavesdropping on two of the bastard’s cell phone conversations gleaned him information about his plans to travel to Greece for a wedding.
He narrowed his eyes at the SEAL with the reddish-brown hair who walked with attitude as well as athletic grace, one arm slung around the shoulders of a very attractive brunette. Darryl Jennings—Petty Officer First Class with DEVGRU. He managed to keep his identity a secret until one of our IT analysts hacked into the flight list. Clinging to his arm is his fiancé and CIA agent, Olivia Simpson.
A third SEAL, nearly as muscle bound as Brooks, strode behind the other two men wearing a serious expression on his face. Karl Patterson—Petty Officer First Class. A man of few words. Appears to be highly intelligent. But not smart enough to know I’m studying every move he makes.
The three sailors had made a major tactical error traveling on a commercial flight. But they’d apparently wanted to travel like every day civilians to show their female companions a good time. Think they’re safe, do they? How wrong they are. Farid burst out into maniacal laughter, inciting uneasy stares from passengers walking past him. The fear he saw in their eyes gave him a jolt of pleasure.
Brooks and his other American SEAL, Delta, and Green Beret compatriots had delivered several lethal blows to Muslim Alliance terror operations. The fear their organization had instilled in the American public had begun to subside. Once we make an example out of these men, every U.S. citizen will suffer from night terrors. Farid cackled out loud, covering his mouth to muffle his laughter.
The travelers in the Athens airport would be permitted to board their tour buses so they could go to the Parthenon and the Temple of Zeus and buy trinkets from shops along the steep narrow streets. No death would come to them today. The three SEALs would be safe for now. Only later would they suffer the consequences for what they’d done. I could gun them all down at this moment if I wanted to. The fake flight attendant badge he’d obtained with a hefty bribe kept him clear of the X-ray machines. But that would ruin all the fun.
A sudden death for Brooks, Jennings and Patterson would be too quick and comfortable. He wanted to watch them suffer. He would insert the knife in the gut and metaphorically twist it over and over again by torturing and killing their women.
The analytical and quiet Patterson seemed to be a lone ranger, but Jennings and Brooks were—what was that American term so often used? Oh, yes, pussy whipped. As they walked toward baggage claim, Jennings clung to his wife-to-be, Olivia Simpson. Brooks and his girlfriend, Baylee Stiles, locked lips so often, they stumbled more than walked. I’m sure they’ll fuck each other’s brains out the minute they get to their hotel.
Of the two women, Stiles irritated him the most. He wasn’t sure if it was her shrill voice or her assertive, unfeminine mannerisms. Her almost white blond hair and the scattered freckles on her face made her look fragile and dainty, like a woman should be. But her true personality was that of a bold aggressor, a no-good slut. He’d initially planned to snatch Olivia, but listening to Baylee’s raucous laughter was enough to change his mind. He narrowed his eyes at the fair-headed woman and every muscle in his body twitched with hatred.
Get ready to die, bitch.
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