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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication
Odom, Mel.
Apocalypse burning / Mel Odom.
p. cm.—(Apocalypse series)
ISBN 1-4143-0033-6 (sc)
1. Rapture (Christian eschatology)—Fiction. 2. End of the world—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3565.D53A853 2004
2004010711 813’.54—dc22
Printed in the United States of America
07 06 05 04
5 4 3 2 1
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EPILOGUE
1
United States 75th Army Rangers Temporary Post
Sanliurfa, Turkey
Local Time 1422 Hours
“Help me! Please, God, send someone to help me! My wife! They took my wife!”
The agonized and fearful cry jerked First Sergeant Samuel Adams “Goose” Gander from the mental paralysis that had gripped him for the last several moments. The early afternoon sun blazed over Sanliurfa, beating down on the city with an unrelenting heat. Shimmering blasts of ovenlike air radiated from the shattered buildings surrounding him and the hard-baked asphalt beneath his boots. Sweat soaked Goose’s BDUs and ran down his face from beneath his Kevlar helmet. The helmet shaded his eyes and would deflect most bullets and shrapnel, but right now it felt like a stewpot slowly parboiling his brain. Sand stuck to his chin and burned his eyes. The coppery taste of his own blood still lined his mouth, a souvenir from the fight he’d just had with Icarus.
Goose still stood in the alley where minutes ago he had first fought, then talked with the man he knew only as Icarus, the rogue CIA agent that Special Agent-in-Charge Alexander Cody and Ranger Captain Cal Remington had scoured Sanliurfa to find. Despite their desperate efforts, neither had been able to locate their target.
Goose, however, had encountered the fugitive on three different occasions. On two of those occasions, Icarus had sought Goose out. The rogue agent had staged the circumstances of those events so that Goose had had no choice but to let him walk away. The third time, at their meeting in this place, Goose had discovered by accident where Icarus was hiding. He’d forcibly taken the rogue agent into custody. But he hadn’t remanded Icarus over to Remington, Goose’s commanding officer.
Though he and Remington disagreed on the matter of Icarus—as they had on many other things over the long years of their association in the military—Remington was Goose’s good friend and a brother in arms.
But in the end Goose hadn’t held Icarus. He’d allowed him to slip free. Now Icarus was gone, once more loose to pursue whatever mission drove him to remain within Sanliurfa’s boundaries despite the dangers of the Syrian army, poised to attack the city, and the presence of his hunters Remington and Cody. If any of his pursuers caught up with him, Icarus’s odds of survival, Goose knew, were essentially zero.
Goose also knew that he should be in hot pursuit of the rogue agent. But it appeared that chasing Icarus wasn’t an option just now. Something else was going down, and Goose couldn’t ignore the plea for help. He was a soldier, and soldiers defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. In Sanliurfa, there were a number of defenseless.
“Help me! Someone help me! For the love of God!”
Goose stared toward the mouth of the alley, tracking the plea for help. He automatically slid his M-4A1 assault rifle from his shoulder and canted the weapon so the barrel pointed down and the butt rested on but not against his right shoulder under his chin. Four inches shorter than
