Authors: Karlene Blakemore-Mowle
Operation Swift Mercy
Copyright © Karlene Blakemore-Mowle, 2012
First published 2012
Published by Karlene Blakemore-Mowle
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To Karin, Chase’s number one fan
this one’s for you.
She knew she was about to die.
She knew it. He knew it.
Looking over her shoulder, her heart sank. Below her was a terrifying drop- as he moved toward her, his evil smile taunting
lmost daring her
he did the only thing she could
he stepped back and let herself fall.
Chase Maloney stared out at the tranquil beauty before him. He looked like the perfect
at peace, with his fishing rod, a beer and
the sounds of nature, for company. Inside though, he
contemplating his future.
The gentle sound of the
flowing before him,
added to his restlessness today. Everything
moving on, even the damn
our and for the first time ever he was
not content with his life. At the end of the year
have to decide did he re-up for a further four years of military service
ap and move on to a new venture?
A day out up in the hills behind the flashy lights of the Gold Coast
sounded like a
his beer, he crushed the can and tossed
into his back pack, along with his fishing gear. So
for taking a brief respite between gro
omsmen duties to clear his head, there were t
oo many thoughts crowded
today to concentrate on relaxing.
as he loved his old friends,
he was feeling more like the
odd man out.
decided against staying at the same motel they
e needed his space and a break from having to
everyone else so damn, contented and happy.
Tate and Summer
been married now for five
with two kids, and Del and Willow
tying the knot after being together a little over three. Never
relevant than when he
amongst his friends. They
like family than friends—God
and back enough times to
the bend in the river, he
earlier. A dark form lay on the bank, and
his brain registered what
across the short distance, he scanned the area around him
ore from habit than
real fear, but
nothing to indicate any danger lurking.
As he approached, he clicked into medic mode. The definite human shape from a distance
prepared him for the realisation
, deathly pale and
injured, judging by the faint-barely identifiable pulse rate
crouched down to take.
out a thermal blanket from his well-prepared kit, he covered her and
assessed her condition. She
swollen—indicating at best, it was broken. She
bleeding from a
skull and for these few things he could do something about, wrapping
and covering the wound on
. For the rest, he withdrew his cell phone and called for help.
He talked to
and gave her his coordinates, wondering how they
into this remote place.
hiked quite a distance from his vehicle earlier this morning and realised
an ambulance in, and with the dense tree cover above
be able to use a medivac chopper. He stayed on the phone, being placed on hold while
coordinated with the rescue team.
back to his feet, Chase once more scanned the area. What
a woman like this doing out here in the middle of nowhere?
sign of a boat or vehicle nearby. Not even a sound of anything other than the birds and the babble of the river.
remained of some slinky evening dress, something women wore out to a special event, he thought. His limited knowledge of women's wear came from
he caught on the cover of tabloids in the supermarket. The
she still wore on her uninjured hand seemed expensive. So
He would have liked to have a scout about to check for any other victims, but
nothing within sight, and he didn't want to leave her alone until the paramedics got
. She needed to be in hospital—who knew what internal injuries she may be suffering from.
His gaze went to
and something kicked, low in his gut. She
beautiful. He lifted her good wrist and
. Not much of an improvement, he thought, but relieved to see the blanket seemed to be warming her up a little.
The dark ash blonde colour of her hair, caked in mud and soaked, contrasted
against the paleness of
, although he
so fair skinned. Her full lips
lost the slight blue tinge
first found her.
pupils with his small light from the medical
now rested against her the pale face, seemed
a looker, he thought, with a healthy dash of male appreciation mixing in with professional concern over her medical wellbeing.
came back on the line,
any good news. They would be
away at best.
to escape the hassle of his life for a while—but a lousy
for a rescue team to reach in a hurry.