Page 22 of Generation Lost

“A ship?” smirked Miller.

“You’re still a ballsy bastard with the dynamite,” smirked Conor.

“Dynamite is for babies,” laughed Miller.

Nine looked at Gaspar, Ian, and Ghost. They all nodded, looking toward Doug and Chipper.

“Do it. Blow it fucking sky-high and get the hell out of there. Pierre, mon frére, promise me you won’t die,” said Gaspar.

“I’ll do my best,” said Miller.

“Alright then, Savannah will take you to the ship in the Osprey. She’ll drop you down in stealth. Set the charges and get the hell out of there. Wear a stealth suit. We can’t risk you being seen at all.”

“Roger that,” he smiled. “I’ll be back by breakfast tomorrow. Chipper? Doug? Let’s go, boys. Time to act like children again.”

“Hot damn,” laughed Chipper.

Nearly seven hours later, the same group of men and women were seated in the auditorium, watching everything on camera. Savannah was hovering above the ship, visible only to those back home, while Miller repelled down. In the darkness, with only the small lights of the ship illuminating the backdrop, he was difficult to see other than an outline of his heat signature.

Flashing his laser, they saw him, catching his tracking signal and following. On each deck, he secured explosives, setting more than twenty in the cargo hold. He flashed the light, showing the crates of weapons stored.

“Are y’all seeing this?” he whispered.

“Fuck yes,” muttered Ian. “Get out of there, and blow that shit.”

On the top deck, Miller tapped for Savannah, and before he knew it, the rope was lowered to him in the darkness. Safely back on board, she took off toward Alaska, where they would refuel. Before the ship was out of sight, he pressed the button and watched as a kaleidoscope of colors filled the air. Groans of steel bending, breaking, and finally disappearing between the Bering Sea and the North Pacific before it finally disappeared beneath the icy, cold waters.

“Whoa,” whispered Savannah. “That was quite a show.”

“Yep. I managed to bring back a few souvenirs. When these families claim their ship sank with merchandise on it, we’ll show everyone what that merchandise actually was.”

“Our turn,” said Doug on comms. “Get that bird to Alaska and sit, Savannah. We’ll see you two at home.”

Using every piece of stealth aviation equipment they owned, they flew below any radar and no comms, just in case. If anyone were watching the sea, they would simply see a blast of wind disrupting the water below.

Once over the Chukchi Sea, they were radio silent, communicating only by hand signals and head nods. They knew how good their equipment was, but they were not sure if Russia had anything close that could pick up on it. Signing to Chipper, Doug nodded.

“Over target in five, four, three, two, one. Target acquired.”

Doug released the six bombs, acquiring a direct hit on their target. They weren’t surprised when what should have been a collapse of earth, wood, and steel became a volcano of melted steel, falling in on itself.

“Are you boys seeing this?” asked Doug.

“Seeing. Not believing,”said Ian.“What the fuck were they building in there?”

“If we had to guess,” said Chipper, “it was weapons plus ammo. Steel doesn’t make a molten river. They’re gonna have a lot to explain to someone in Moscow.”

“Just get the hell on this side of the line,”said Nine.“Once we know you’re over Alaska, we’ll feel better.”

“No signs of return fire,” said Doug. “I think we’re in the clear.” Ghost looked at the others, finally releasing the breath he was holding.

“Just get home.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Did you make a few calls?” asked Nine, looking at Rafe and the others.

“We did,” he nodded. “We were told to keep our noses out of it. Like, not nicely at all. Just keep out of our fucking business, and for once, listen to what we’re being told. End of story, and don’t call back.”

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