Gary Gordon Black Hawk Down Novels & Stories

On either side, the black ocean churned, waiting to swallow them. "Faster!" Sebastian’s voice boomed over the comms. "The vibration is cracking the ice behind us!" "I'm giving her all she's got!" Jack yelled back. "Any faster and we fly off the edge!" THWUP-THWUP-THWUP. A deep, rhythmic thumping sound cut through the air. Not the wind. Rotors. "Contact rear!" Harper shouted into her headset. "Black helicopter! No markings! It's a stealth Hawk!"

“Lay down enough cover for me, alright?” “You got it, brother.” With that, Grayson steps out onto the skiff and then leaps out letting himself slowly descend under the control of Jordy. Mason and two others lay down heavy fire on the SUVs causing one to crash, while the others divert from the path. As the Blackhawk swings around, Jordy lowers Grayson down far enough to reach Aaron. Extending his hand, Grayson reached out for Aaron’s. Snatching him up, he swung him around so that Aaron could latch onto his back while Jordy began reeling them back in.

Three down. Outside, Flinco’s sniper—callsign “Hawk”—shifted on his perch, a rusted water tower 900 meters south. Night vision scope locked, windage dialed, he racked the bolt, brass clinking soft on the metal. “Comms down,” he muttered into his throat mic, voice a rasp. “Go time.” Hammer was already up, Glock 19 drawn, moving fast through the watch house’s guts—concrete halls, flickering fluorescents.

*SKILLS: JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES; EXPERT ON IMPROVISED BOMBS *ACCOMPLICE: ANYONE *ULTIMATE OBJECTIVE: ARREST WITH EVIDENCE I read as Hawkeye checked his laptop. We are now inside a van doing last minute discussions on what to do. While he, Black Dragon was just sitting inside his car, a few feet away from us. He’s checking his car’s built-in computer as Hawkeye sent the information to him. I smirked. Expert on improvised bombs. Who’s another expert on that? It’s none other than me. The Topgun will take the “Big Boss” down. I chuckled. Hawkeye looked at me. “Something wrong hyung? I mean, Topgun?” he asked.

Dear God I hope she's safe. The inner part of the jet was exquisite. So beautiful and had that rich aura about it. Mr. Black had gone upstairs to have some privacy. Yes! Upstairs. The jet was so beautiful and I only wished I never had so many problems at the moment so I could enjoy it all. Everything was black and white. I've never met a man who loved black this much.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

We aren’t many, we have no chance to take all of them down. I watch the Black Tiger lie down on the ground. This time he’s holding a sniper as he wants to take everyone down. He aims, checks the wind speed and the distance and adjusts accordingly. Then he pulls the trigger. I run toward the people who are still around the zone and help them leave safely. “Leave! Run!” I scream and push them down an empty street. “Run while you still can!”

The transition from the ancient, blood-soaked stones of Blackwood Castle to the sleek, brightly lit tarmac of a private airstrip felt like stepping through a portal into another century. A massive, matte-black Gulfstream G650ER sat waiting on the runway, its engines purring like a dormant beast. Emblazoned on the tail was the subtle, elegant crest of the Blackwood Corporation. Lucian’s golden eyes were wide as saucers. He gripped my hand tightly, staring at the flashing runway lights and the sleek metal bird. "Mommy, is that a dragon?" he whispered in awe, his small body practically vibrating with excitement.

Bergamot and engine grease wafted around me, relaxing my tensed shoulders as the hand pulled me back against a hard chest. Gage’s voice barely registered over the pounding of my pulse as he said, “We need to move, honey. We don’t have long before the sky opens up on us, and Blaze might already be here.” I didn’t respond, but I let him steer me away from the shaft, listening as he intoned, “There’s a reason this tunnel was off limits. Those pits were drilled deep to reach the silver down below. She should have never been down this way, and Silas is going to be pissed you ran off on your own with all the other shit we have going on.”

"Vane is mass-producing these things!" ​ANG TAGPO SA WASAK NA PHOENIX ​Matapos ang ilang oras ng pakikipaglaban sa mga hounds at sa matarik na daan, narating nila ang crash site. Ang Black Phoenix ay nakabaon sa isang pampang ng ilog, nagniningas pa rin ang mga makina nito. Ang cockpit ay bukas, at ang escape pod ay wala na roon. ​"Skye!" sigaw ni Aria, ang boses niya ay napaos na sa kaba.