Manhunters -2006- 29 [ COMPLETE — VERSION ]

Morrow closed his eyes for a long second. Then he gave the order. “We contain the area. No shots unless I call it. Vega, you and Kō flank south. Phlox, jam every frequency except ours. Driscoll, hold the extraction point.”

Morrow picked up the syringe. He turned to Phlox. “Find him.”

Morrow holstered his pistol. He looked at the dark line of cypress trees, the black water, the place where 29 had vanished. “Then let’s not disappoint him,” he said. And the Manhunters walked into the flood. Manhunters -2006- 29

The fifth man, the team’s leader—a ghost named Morrow who had supposedly died in a Chechen ambush five years earlier—finally spoke. “We don’t bring him in. Those were the new orders I received ten minutes ago.” He looked at each of them. “Subject 29 is too dangerous for containment. Termination authorized.”

Their target: Subject 29. Escaped from a black-site medical transport three weeks ago. Former special forces, later augmented with experimental adrenal-splicing and bone-density weaving. He had killed seventeen people since breaking free, including two of their own—Manhunters who had tracked him to a warehouse in Baton Rouge and never walked out. Morrow closed his eyes for a long second

Phlox intercepted a short-range radio burst at 0400 hours. “He’s hit a mobile clinic near Henderson. Killed two orderlies. Stole a surgical kit and a bag of IV fluids.” Pause. “He’s also taken a hostage. A nurse. Her name is Ellen Bouchard. Age twenty-four.”

Phlox was already scrolling. “He’s not running for an airfield. He’s running for the Interstate. If he hits I-10, he can be in Texas before dawn.” No shots unless I call it

The medic, a former combat nurse named Kō, unrolled a map. “If he hits the basin, we lose him. Swamps eat thermal signatures, and he knows every trick to mask his scent, his heat, his sound.”