Matthew Reilly - Scarecrow Returns

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SCARECROW IS BACK
AND READY FOR ACTION
DEEP IN THE ARCTIC, a long-forgotten Soviet military base enshrouds a weapon of unimaginably destructive force—a Cold War doomsday device with the power to obliterate the planet.
When a mysterious and brutal terrorist group known as the Army of Thieves seizes control of the remote base and unleashes the weapon upon an unsuspecting world, there is only one team close enough to sabotage them: a ragtag band of Marines and civilians led by Captain Shane Schofield, call sign “Scarecrow.” Outnumbered, outgunned, and with the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, Scarecrow has only a few short hours to bring down the Army of Thieves—or see the Earth go up in flames.
Filled with nonstop action and told in Matthew Reilly’s characteristically white-knuckle prose,
is a work of gripping suspense and complete exhilaration.

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A small, lightweight surveillance drone.

“They know we’re here,” he said aloud.

As if in answer, four dark aircraft appeared above the southern horizon, two big ones hovering in between two smaller ones, coming from Dragon Island.

They grew larger by the second.

They were approaching. Fast.

His earpiece came alive again.

Scarecrow! ” It was the Kid. “ Zack’s got the wrist guard’s proximity sensor working. I think he’s picked up a submarine lurking out here and it’s closing in on us!

Schofield’s mind spun.

Drones, incoming aircraft, the loss of Ironbark’s team and the Miami , and now another submarine here . . .

Damn .

This was all happening too fast, way too fast for a commander out in the middle of nowhere with no support, few combat troops and nothing in the way of serious hardware.

His brain tried to put it all together, to somehow order it all.

You can’t figure it out now. You can only stay alive and figure it out as you run. “Kid!” he yelled, diving back inside the Beriev. “Keep those engines running! Mother! Get these two out of the cockpit! Things are about to get hairy!”

THE FOUR aircraft were two V-22 Ospreys and two AH-1 Cobra attack helicopters, all of which had been stolen from the Marine Corps staging base in Helmand Province, Afghanistan, five months earlier.

The Ospreys were, quite simply, aerial beasts. With tiltable rotors, they were capable of both swift airplane-like flight and helicopter-like hovering. And these Ospreys were the variant known as the “Warbird”: they were armed to the teeth. They each had not one but two 20mm six-barreled M61 Vulcan cannons, door-mounted .50-caliber AN/M2 machine guns and missile pods slung under both wings. The Warbird was the mother of all gunships—big and strong, yet also fast and maneuverable—and the Army of Thieves had two of them.

The two Cobras weren’t shy either: they carried slightly smaller M134 sixbarreled miniguns underneath their sharply pointed noses.

The two Ospreys thundered over the ice plain, flanked by the Cobras, sweeping over the network of watery leads, rushing toward the crashed Beriev.

A short distance from the crash site, one of the big Ospreys broke away from the other three aircraft and zoomed off to the north-west. The remaining three attack aircraft kept coming straight for the Beriev.

“Base, this is Hammerhead,” the pilot of the Osprey that had stayed on course said into his mike.

While he wore a Marine Corps tactical flight helmet and a Marine Corps winter-warfare parka, he was not a United States Marine.

Flowing tattoos lined his neck and lower jaw—images of snakes, skulls and thorny vines. In addition to the Marine parka, he wore Uzbek gloves and Russian boots. The eight armed and similarly tattooed men sitting in the hold behind him had the broad faces, dark eyes and olive skin of native Chileans. They, too, wore a hodgepodge of Arctic gear, including Marine Corps parkas, and they held AK-47 assault rifles in their laps with easy familiarity.

“We’re coming up on Ivanov’s plane,” Hammerhead said. “The drone spotted two people approaching it. They must’ve come by boat through the leads, so the tower-radars on Dragon couldn’t spot them.”

A calm voice replied in the pilot’s ear.

Just as we suspected. It’s the American testing team .” The speaker grunted a short, cruel laugh. “ The Pentagon must be desperate if it’s sending product testers against us. Take out Ivanov’s plane with missiles, then find this test team and kill them all.

Inside the Beriev’s cockpit, Schofield and Mother were moving frantically now.

Mother released the young Russian private from his flight seat and they shimmied out the smashed cockpit windows.

Schofield slid to Vasily Ivanov’s side and had just started to extract Ivanov from his flight seat when, through the lopsided cockpit windshield, he saw one of the Cobras loose a pair of heat-seeking missiles.

The two missiles looped through the air, zeroing in on the stricken plane.

Scarecrow yelled, “ Bertie! Missile scrambler! Now!”

Outside the Beriev, Bertie replied, “ Missile scrambling initiated. ” He then emitted a powerful burst of short-range electronic jamming.

Almost immediately the two missiles peeled away and slammed into the ice plain a short distance from the Beriev in twin explosions of fire and ice.

Schofield struggled with Ivanov’s seat belt. It was jammed with frost.

“Mother!” he called. “Get back to the boats! Before that Osprey lands and unloads ground troops!”

“What about you?” Mother shouted back.

“I gotta get this guy out! I’ll catch up! Now, go!”

Mother bolted, hauling the dazed young Russian private with her. As they ran across the fifty yards of open ground between the Beriev and the lead containing their boats, the second Cobra tried to loose another missile, but this one also went haywire and smashed into the ice.

“Cobras, forget it. They’ve got anti-missile countermeasures,” the pilot named Hammerhead said. “I’m going to unload the ground team. You take care of those two runners.”

The Osprey powered ahead of the two Cobras, uptilted its rotors and swung into a hover.

As it did so, its side doors were pulled open from within and drop ropes were tossed out. Within seconds, eight heavily armed men in black balaclavas and Marine Corps parkas were sliding down the ropes and hitting the ground one after the other.

They fanned out in perfect formation, AK-47s up, moving in on the crashed Beriev.

At the same time, one of the Cobras pivoted in the air and aimed its M134 at the fleeing figures of Mother and the Russian private.

The minigun whirred to life, barrels spinning, and unleashed a thunderous burst of hypermachine-gun fire.

The ice behind Mother’s running feet leapt upward as bullets strafed it.

“Dive!” she yelled to the young private limping along beside her.

They dived forward, toward the ladder hooks looped over the edge of the ice, chased by bullets.

Mother hit the ice on her belly and slid forward like a batter trying to steal second, before she hit the edge and went flying off it into open space, falling suddenly as she felt a bullet slap against the sole of her left boot. She dropped in a clumsy heap onto the first boat waiting at the base of the ladder.

Behind her, the Russian private did the same, but he was a split second behind Mother and that made a world of difference to the result.

As he slid over the lip, he was literally ripped apart by the hail of bullets. Blood-fountains spurted all over his body, but propelled by his own dive, his corpse continued off the edge and, like Mother, it also dropped into the first AFDV, right next to Emma Dawson, who screamed at the sight of the bullet-riddled body that thudded down next to her like a slab of meat on a butcher’s block. It was no longer recognizable as a human being.

Mother gasped, out of breath. “Mother fucker , that was close! Oh, Jesus, Scarecrow . . .”

The roar of the hovering Osprey was deafening. A tornado of ice and snow swirled around the Beriev.

Inside the crashed plane’s cockpit, Schofield splashed some water from his canteen onto Ivanov’s buckle and the frost melted and the seat belt unjammed. Schofield yanked the Russian from his flight seat.

“Come on, buddy,” he said, peering outside and seeing the eight-man balaclava-and-parka-wearing force approaching the Beriev from the south. He glanced eastward.

“Mother, you okay?”

I’m clear, but my guy’s toast. What about you?

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