Chapter Forty
Ickeman stares up the front drive way to the house through his binoculars. He is dug in deep under the bracken behind a fallen log several hundred paces back from Brian’s car, beside the front driveway. He contacts his team.
“Update. One man dead. Driver from the orange car. Move in North. Move in West. Move in East. Okay gentlemen, bring them to me. We want them both alive, but if not, I will detonate.” The sniper crawls on his stomach through the thick frozen grass, snow and tree ferns, at the base of the forest, spreading around the large log built home.
He positions himself at the edge of the established garden, viewing the broken kitchen window from behind the trimmed down hedge. He is virtually invisible. Just his breath is seen.
The man at the East side moves up to
