Gary Gordon Black Hawk Down Novels & Stories

"That's becoming your absolute favorite shield, you know. 'I'm fine.'" ​Before I could craft another polite defense, a sharp, repetitive chime cut through the air. Nathan’s primary laptop blinked red. ​"Got something," Nathan announced, his entire demeanor shifting from worried brother to brilliant hacker in a fraction of a second. ​The mood in the room instantly turned ice-cold. Daniel leaned forward. "What is it?" ​Nathan swung one of his monitors around so we could all see. "A sleek private jet touched down at Blackwood’s private airfield forty minutes ago."

It was a countdown. TEN. NINE. EIGHT. "We have to get to the main antenna!" Silas yelled, grabbing his rifle. "If we don't blow it in seven seconds, the whole world turns into a hive!" I stood up, grabbing the black heart from the floor. It was cold now, but I could feel a faint vibration inside it. "Wait," I said. "The black heart... it’s not a weapon. It’s a hard drive." I looked at the screen. The countdown reached THREE.

—————— The private jet touched down with a smooth glide across the tarmac, the golden hue of the mate evenings sun casting long shadows across the runway. The sleek matte—black aircraft hissed as its landing gear settled, the engines winding down to a low mechanical hum. A convoy of blacked out SUVs nearby, four in total, engines running. Flanked by guards in Blackmoon insignia. The moment the aircraft door opened. The tension in the air shifted. Alpha Damian Blake descended down the steps in calculated strides. His tailored black cloak fluttered slightly in the wind, the collar turned up just enough to shadow his chisel jaw.

Black Hawk slowly complied, but in the brief moment of hesitation, he tried to make a break for it, darting towards the hallway. “Bang!” Sebastian didn’t hesitate. His shot was swift and precise, hitting Black Hawk in the right leg. Black Hawk faltered but continued to move. “Bang!” Another shot, this time hitting his left leg, and Black Hawk collapsed to the ground, unable to escape. Pain surged through him as he rolled on the floor, groaning. Sebastian approached, his gun still aimed at Black Hawk’s head. Black Hawk looked up at him with fear in his eyes, realizing his fate had been sealed.

The public logs at Teterboro Terminal showed two entirely separate flight paths. According to the transatlantic clearance system, Elias Hawthorne’s Gulfstream G650 departed for London Heathrow at 9:14 PM, while Damien Blackwood’s Bombardier Global 7500 was cleared for Paris Le Bourget forty minutes later. If anyone on the compliance committees or the remaining Hawthorne board ran a basic tracking query, the heirs of the two collapsing empires were safely separated by three hundred miles of black ocean.

“We’re going airborne.” Kyu-hun blinked. “You’re bringing a chopper—right here?” “Yep.” He frowned. “How will they find us?” “GPS,” I murmured. “My car and watch are traceable, standard security protocol.” A soft hum of rotors echoed in the distance. Kyu-hun cracked the window open. “Is that...?” “Yes. The Black Falcon,” I said, already reaching for the door. Traffic came to a halt—not from congestion this time. Heads poked out of windows. Phones shot into the air. It was impossible to ignore the elegant descent of power.

We are going down. Well, I think you can see it is similar to 'Incoming' for we are coming hard and pretty fast down to the floor. I watch as the pilot with absolute breathtaking skills holds the UH-1Y together just long enough to drop us down safely on the floor. But we are leaking fuel, we need to get out and as far away as possible. With complete haste, we unclip ourselves loose, though Galland, with somewhat of trembling hands, shaking beyond what can be controlled to free himself, I help him out with what is only mere moments to spare. As we dive down into a nearby ditch, Big Bettie sings her final song as she erupts into flames in burst apart from her seems.

Gina spat as she helped her to her feet and left the karaoke box together. Huub watched from behind as they went, his expression suddenly cool and savage as he beckoned at a goon. "Come here," he said coolly. "Find out how Frank Lawrence got out of Blackwater. If he's a fugitive, pressure Draco Fisher to issue a Blackwater Designation right away."

I couldn’t. Then, as the evening crept in and the sky turned dark, the first sound cut through the air, a sharp, thunderous bang. I froze, every muscle locking into place. I ran to the balcony. Thick, black smoke rose from the pack grounds. A second explosion followed, and then a third. My pulse hammered in my ears. It’s time. I moved quickly to the stairs leading to Xareth’s office were quieter than I wanted them to be. I hid in the shadows.

Kael's POV I held the sheets of my bed as I coughed so hard. I know the maids can hear me, they have always heard me cough but never ask me what the reason was. I have held it down for years now and that's because I want it to be that way. I looked at the ground, it was my blood that was right there. " When will this come to an end?" I asked myself. I hated it so much, it made me feel less of a person.