Grailstone Gambit (Outlanders Series #44)

Manhattan Island, the Upper West SideThe wind sweeping over the roof of the office building carried a chill autumnal bite. Lying flat on a cornice overlooking the walls of the narrow concrete canyon, Kane tugged up the collar of his jacket, but he didn't shiver. He was more concerned about the effect the sudden temperature change might have on the trigger spring of the OICW rifle cradled in his arms.The stiff breeze gusting up from the dark waters of the Hudson had to be considered for trajectory deflection. He would only have one chance to make the shot before he lost the element of surprise and drew the attention and the wrath of Baron Shuma's followers.Reaching up behind his right ear, Kane made an adjustment on the Commtact's volume control. The little comm unit fit tightly against the mastoid bone, attached to implanted steel pintels. The unit slid through the flesh and made contact with tiny input ports. Its sensor circuitry incorporated an analog-to-digital voice encoder embedded in the bone.Once the device made full cranial contact, the auditory canal picked up the transmissions. The dermal sensors transmitted the electronic signals directly through the skull casing. Even for people who went deaf, as long as they wore a Commtact, they would still have a form of hearing. However, if the volume was not properly adjusted, the radio signals caused vibrations in the skull bones that resulted in vicious headaches.Lifting a compact set of night-vision binoculars to his face, Kane switched on the IR illuminator and squinted through the eyepieces. Viewed through the specially coated lenses that optimized the low light values, the street seemed to be illuminated by a lambent, ghostly haze. Where only gloom had been before, his vision was lit by various shifting shades of gray and green. He squinted against the light of the Sun in the west where it touched the facade of the building on the opposite side of the boulevard."Edwards?" he subvocalized."Sir?" came the immediate response. The man's voice sounded tense."In position?""Yes, sir.""Good. Move in as close to the street as you can. Get prepped when you hear them coming."Kane couldn't see the shaved-headed ex-Magistrate, but Edwards had proved his competence many times since joining Cerberus nearly a year earlier.Another voice filtered into his ear. "Commander?""Yes, Brady?""I can spot 'em fine, Commander.""Hell, I can spot them," Kane snapped. "I want a perfect triangulation.""I've got the shot, if that's what you're worried about it.""It is, but you wait for my order."Kane thumbed the tiny stud on the Commtact, opening another channel. "Domi?""Yeah?" The girl's sharp, high-pitched voice made him grimace."Any problems?""I'm ready to join the pack.""Acknowledged. In your rig, they won't give you a second glance.""Hope not." There was a pause. "Kane?""Here."Her tone a bit softer, Domi said, "Aim good. You be very careful.""Aren't I always?" he retorted.The transceiver accurately conveyed Domi's snort of derision. "Hell, no. That's why I mentioned it."A trifle annoyed, Kane said, "Just make sure the target is where he's supposed to be...and be aware of all our people's positions.""Gotcha."Kane knew Domi intended to blend in with the group of Farers, flowing unnoticed among their number in her patched denims and long, hooded coat that concealed the girl's white hair and skin, Detonics Combat Master autopistol, grenade-laden harness and her signature knife, with its nine-inch-long, serrated blade.Kane had been reluctant to put Domi in the midst of the Farers because of her inability to get along with others, but under the circumstances, she was the least conspicuous of the Cerberus rescue team.He opened another Commtact frequency. "Baptiste?""Here," Brigid Baptiste responded in her characteristically calm tone."Status?""Hanging out with some Roamer sAxler, James is the author of 'Grailstone Gambit (Outlanders Series #44)', published 2008 under ISBN 9780373638574 and ISBN 0373638574.