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9781492619161: By Break of Day (The Night Stalkers)

M. L. Buchman raises the stakes-and the heat-in the return of the acclaimed Night Stalkers series

NAME: Kara Moretti
RANK: Captain of the Army's stealthiest remote piloted aircraft (Don't call it a drone)
MISSION: To be the eyes of the team

NAME: Justin "The Cowboy" Roberts
RANK: Captain of the Army's most powerful helicopter
MISSION: To redeem the past, at any cost

They Put Life, Limb, and Heart on the Line
Two new captains join The Night Stalkers with two different strategies in life, love, and combat. When Brooklyn-raised Kara joins the crew, she knows one thing as an absolute truth: to stay safe, keep everything and everyone at a distance. Born in Texas, Justin knows only one honorable way to make up for losing his first crew to a suicide bomber: he flies with all his heart. When Kara and Justin collide on a top secret mission deep in the Israeli desert, then the battle truly begins.

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About the Author :

M. L. Buchman has over 35 novels and an ever-expanding flock of short stories in print. His military romantic suspense books have been named Barnes & Noble and NPR "Top 5 of the year," Booklist "Top 10 of the Year," and RT "Top 10 Romantic Suspense of the Year." In addition to romantic suspense, he also writes contemporaries, thrillers, and fantasy and science fiction.

In among his career as a corporate project manager he has: rebuilt and single-handed a fifty-foot sailboat, both flown and jumped out of airplanes, designed and built two houses, and bicycled solo around the world.

He is now a full-time writer, living on the Oregon Coast with his beloved wife. He is constantly amazed at what you can do with a degree in Geophysics. You may keep up with his writing at www.mlbuchman.com.

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Chapter 1

U.S. Army Captain Kara Moretti sat in her coffin and flew. She had the best damn job in this woman's Army. The boys from back in the neighborhood would crap their pants if they could get a load of her right now. Her "coffin"-technically a GCS, ground control station-was a secure, air-conditioned cargo container.

Outside, it was a steel box, tucked away on the hangar deck in the belly of the helicopter carrier USS Peleliu currently stationed off the coast of Turkey.

Inside was a whole other world, one bristling with technology. It was her kingdom and she loved it. One side wall inside had a rack supporting a pair of long, white transit containers that actually did look like coffins, big ones. One was empty, but inside the other eight-meter-long white box rested a disassembled General Atomics MQ-1C Gray Eagle worth a cool thirty million.

As remotely piloted aircraft went, it was about the hottest RPA flying anywhere in the world. The one normally in the empty box-she'd named it Tosca after a not very bright but very loyal opera heroine-was even now climbing up into her sweet spot just shy of the stratosphere. Twenty-nine thousand feet up and looking down, that's what she was good at-among so many other things. Tosca was a talented lady and Kara was the girl to fly her. She was the brains behind the RPA...or maybe the opera conductor...or... She'd think about that later.

At six miles up, the RPA would appear to be the same width as a single human hair held out at arm's length. And not a big thick hair like one of Kara's own long brunette ones, but rather like a fine blond one that belonged to Justin Roberts-not that she'd notice such things, especially not on him-presently flying his helicopter at the other end of this exercise's battlespace domain.

The orders for this training scenario had been simple: "Show them what we can do, but not how we do it."

U.S. Special Operations Forces held cooperative international training to serve one of two functions.

Usually it was to enhance an ally's skill while scaring the pee out of a nearby enemy. Under those conditions, the SOF worked patiently to transfer knowledge and skills. They'd recently run a major exercise with the Polish JW Grom counterterrorism unit. The three-day simulated fast-response invasion had been staged close to the Ukrainian border to put Russia on notice that U.S. and Polish forces were nearby and watching closely.

Other times-like this one-the goal was to humble the ally when they weren't trying hard enough. Sharing borders with Syria, Iraq, and Iran, the Turkish forces should not be playing favorites. Despite that, their attitude was, "We may hate the people doing the genocide and destabilizing the entire region, but we hate the people that they're killing even more. So we don't see a thing."

It was worse than the neighborhood rivalries that used to sweep through Kara's part of Brooklyn. Sometimes it was just gangs, but sometimes it was way worse. Just because she wasn't in one of the Five Families didn't mean she was stupid or something. The garbage cartel. The cheese cartel. Liquor cartel. Restaurants. The list went on, and that didn't even include the drugs, gambling, and prostitution. It was quieter now-the New York Mafia had mostly turned to the business of doing business-but that didn't mean the past was forgotten or that flare-ups didn't occur.

There were times when Kara wondered why she was out here fighting other people's wars rather than being a Brooklyn cop like two of her brothers and Papa.

'Cause then you wouldn't have the coolest job in the Army, that's why.

She and her assistant, Sergeant Santiago "Tago" Marquez, sat side by side in the coffin at the GCS stations. Two big, comfortable armchairs faced the flight and sensor controls of the MQ-1C. Ahead and to either side they each had three large screens that fed all of the visual and remote sensing data from the Gray Eagle. Below it was flight tracking and a full array of flight instruments and controls. A third chair, presently empty, sat close behind her when there was too much happening and they had to pull in a third operator.

She and Tago each held dual joysticks. Her controls included flight and weapons. He was the grand master of the sensor arrays, constantly twisting and tuning them to give her the information she needed before she knew she needed it.

"Hell of a team!"

She held up a hand for a moment and received a high five just as they did before every mission.

Tago didn't speak, of course. In a full year he'd probably spoken a dozen words during an actual operation, and two dozen out of one. But he didn't need to; he was that far inside her head. Sometimes it worried her a little, like what kinda muck was he gonna find in there that even she didn't know about? Never worried her for long though; he was too much fun to fly with.

The other great thing about Tago was that he was almost a foot taller and much wider than she was. The run-of-the-mill assholes would take one look at him, hovering close beside her like a big brother, and scoot for the hills.

There were a whole lot of suckers back at Cannon Air Force Base sittin' on their ever-widening butts with their McDonald's coffee and McGut Bomb breakfast. All doing their time in some godforsaken Clovis, New Mexico, suburbia-hell so they could fly a Predator RPA over Afghanistan or Yemen from Cannon AFB's deep bunkers. It was good work if you could get it and didn't mind cooking your ass in the Southwest desert.

Two years ago, she'd been one of a kajillion other flyboys and gals working the command consoles.

Then the Night Stalkers' recruiter had showed up and her life had changed.

"We fly for the U.S. Army's 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment," the Captain had said. "We have been over-reliant on U.S. Air Force and NSA satellite intelligence assets."

A pretty ballsy statement in the middle of a USAF base. She liked that plenty for starters.

"We're going to be integrating a dozen Gray Eagle RPAs directly into our operations."

They had her right there.

First, SOAR was so seriously cool that they called themselves the Night Stalkers, which rocked. One of the best nicknames in the forces.

Second, they hadn't said "drone" or "UAV-unmanned aerial vehicle." She wasn't some lame-assed drone pilot. And her craft wasn't unmanned, or it wouldn't need a pilot. The pilot simply wasn't aboard the aircraft. The Gray Eagle was a remotely piloted aircraft, and, by God-

Third-she was the woman to fly them.

"We're seeking specialists for transfer from remote pilotage here in New Mexico to being embedded directly with our helicopter units. Would all those interested please-"

There'd been advantages to being five-foot-five and having three older brothers. You learned to be quick. She headed the sign-up queue before the guy even finished the briefing. Tago had been her shadow.

True to the captain's word, after two additional years of training, she was sitting on a warship in the Mediterranean and kicking baddie-guy ass-usually. That she was using her skills to spook an ally tonight was one of those changeups that kept life interesting.

Interesting, hell. Super sweet!

"This is May. Ready for my run."

"Roger, May," Kara answered Trisha in her MH-6M Little Bird helicopter. Short for Mayhem, the name of the tiny, heavily armed attack helo was a perfect match for its petite female pilot. They were both hyperactive and both lethal.

The entire company was on hold five minutes to target awaiting Kara's "Go" signal.

It was weird that it was hers to give, but then a lot of things were in the 5th Battalion, D Company of SOAR. Everywhere else, an RPA pilot was just another pilot-and one often looked down on. The 5D was trying out having the RPA flier also be the AMC.

Archie Stevenson, the former Air Mission Commander, had just departed for the States with his wife and kid. Something about them all working at the White House, which had a coolness factor of its own. Turnover had been as odd as everything else in the 5D.

Rather than pulling someone else off the birds into the AMC role, they were dumping it on their new eye-in-the-sky person as a trial.

For seven days without break she'd sat at tactical displays as she and Archie tore apart every single mission he'd commanded-at least the ones she was authorized to see. With an unusual candor for an airjock, he'd spent the entire time showing her every single thing he'd done wrong.

"The things you do right will come from your instincts. Hopefully you can learn from my mistakes." He'd had crews shot down, good friends shot down-some recovered intact, others crucified by hostiles.

"Good luck," and he'd been gone.

Well, Kara sure liked the sound of being AMC. And she had no intention of letting such an opportunity slip out of her grasp now that it had fallen into it.

The other choppers reported in.

Merchant and Maven II flew with May.

Vengeance, the lethal DAP flown by Lola Maloney, hovered close behind. Where a Little Bird attacked, a DAP Black Hawk helicopter weapons platform demolished.

"Ah'm ready as can be, little lady." And that would be the big hammer for this operation, the massive twin-rotor MH-47G Chinook Calamity Jane. No need for Justin Roberts to identify himself-his Texan dripped off him like...

Like you're not going to be thinking about in the middle of your first solo mission as AMC, girl!

But she'd caught him working out in the weight room on the lower decks a few times, sweat sheening his face and arms, drenching his T-shirt until it clung to his muscled chest. Damn, but he was a handsome one.

Focus!

Kara had each of the helos located clearly on her screen. Not because they were visible, but rather because of their encrypted locator beacons. Except for the Chinook, they were stealth-modified helicopters so they didn't show up on her radar or, except for scattered moments, on her infrared imaging. Normal vision showed nothing at all either, since it was three in the morning in the Turkish wilderness and the helos were all painted black and running without lights.

The Turkish Special Forces, the OKK, on the other hand, showed up brilliantly to the advanced sensors aboard the RPA. Tago had them zeroed in both on infrared and through their radio transmissions as backup.

Kara didn't speak Turkish, which didn't really matter because their radios were encrypted. But they didn't have the American ability to distort a signal's transmission so that it looked like it was coming from somewhere else. Tosca wasn't smart, but she had Electronic Intelligence down.

The Turkish Special Forces would think they were well hidden-not!-and knew where the attack was coming from-wrong again!

Now to kick their heinies good and hard with a lesson in true stealth.

She leaned forward and whispered into the headset mic, not that it mattered how loud she spoke in the coffin. "Go!"

And like magic, two hundred kilometers away, the tiny indicators that were the Night Stalkers' 5th Battalion, D Company went.

* * *

Captain Justin Roberts gave the collective control between his knees a little nudge forward. Fifteen tons of helicopter carrying a platoon of U.S. Rangers and their gear eased forward as smooth as a baby's behind.

Every single time he flew his big MH-47G "Golf" Chinook helicopter, it was a surprise-a surprise of how much fun it was. Like they were meant for each other since long before they met.

SOAR only flew three primary types of helos, all deeply modified to the 160th's specification. The Little Bird, the Black Hawk, and the Chinook Golf. His girl was the monster of the outfit. Calamity Jane was definitely a Texas-sized lady: big, powerful, and dangerous.

"I feel the need for a song."

"Oh God, spare us." Danny Corvo spoke up from the copilot seat. From there he was Justin's second set of eyes and the master of the helo's general health and well-being.

"Oh, give me a home," Carmen cut in from her position at the starboard gun close behind Justin's seat. Carmen Parker was hot shit with an M134 minigun that could unload four thousand rounds-a-minute of hell on anyone who messed with her. She was also king, er, queen of the bird-the absolute last word on maintenance and loading.

"Where the Chinook helos roam." Talbot George was always off-key at the side gun behind Danny's copilot position, but he sang with heart, even if with a distinctly British accent.

"And the flights are at night every day," the three of them sang together in splendidly awful harmony.

Danny groaned as if in the throes of death-by-torture agony.

As usual, Raymond Hines kept his own counsel at the rear ramp gunner's post. The Chinook was the size of a school bus inside. Tonight, in the cargo area between the cockpit and Ray's rear post, thirty U.S. Rangers and their three ATVs were counting on SOAR to sling them into position. On the outside, the Jane was half again as wide due to the long auxiliary fuel tanks hung low along the fuselage. They gave her a massive operational range, completely aside from the refueling probe that Justin could extend beyond the edge of the rotors for a midair tank up if needed.

The big rotors fore and aft let her lift her own weight in cargo; even in high-hot conditions the Chinook outperformed most everything around.

By the third chorus their harmonies were better, so Justin hit the transmit switch for the last of it. It got the answering transmission he was hoping for.

"Justin, honey?"

"Here for you, sweetheart." Kara Moretti just slayed him. From the first briefing where she'd moseyed in all dark and Italian and perfect, his head had been turned hard enough that he kept checking his neck for whiplash. Then when she opened her mouth and poured out thick Brooklyn... Two months later and he still didn't know what to do with that, not a bit of it. It was all...wrong, yet it was so right. Her voice should be some sweet bella signora, like the one he'd spent a week with while stationed at Camp Darby outside of Pisa on the Italian coast a couple years back.

Instead Kara was-

"You do that to me again and you're gonna be singing soprano the rest of your life. We clear, Cowboy?"

-a hundred percent, New York. "Y'all wouldn't do that to me now, would ya?" He laid it on thick.

"Castrate the bull calf? In a heartbeat. And I ain't your sweetheart."

"I'll hold him down while you trim 'em," Lola Maloney called in from the DAP Hawk.

He was about to say something about how it made the meat taste more luscious and tender-which was why they castrated most bull calves-but he couldn't figure out how to phrase it without it sounding crude and perhaps tempting her to start looking for some neutering shears when Trisha cut in.

"Roger that! We'll pin him, you chop and cauterize. Use a really hot iron."

Claudia Jean Gibson at the controls of the Maven II didn't speak much, but he could feel her out there agreeing with them.

Justin winced in imagined pain, as he was sure e...

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