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Chasing Daylight
A Stealth Ops Novel
Brittney Sahin
EmKo Media, LLC
Chasing Daylight
By: Brittney Sahin
Published by: EmKo Media, LLC
Copyright © 2020 EmKo Media, LLC
This book is an original publication of Brittney Sahin.
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Editor: Arielle Brubaker
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Cover Design: LJ, Mayhem Cover Creations
Photography: Eric Battershell Photography
Ebook ISBN: 9781947717251
Paperback ISBN: 9798664235401
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For all the list-makers in the world like Anastasia and me … this one is for you!
Also by Brittney Sahin
Stealth Ops: Bravo Team
Finding His Mark - Bravo One, Luke
Finding Justice - Bravo Two, Owen
Finding the Fight - Bravo Three, Asher
Finding Her Chance - Bravo Four, Liam
Finding the Way Back - Bravo Five, Knox
Stealth Ops: Echo Team
Chasing the Knight - Echo One, Wyatt
Chasing Daylight - Echo Two, A.J. (7/30/20)
Chasing Fortune - Echo Three, Chris (10/8/20)
Book 9 - Echo Four, Roman
Book 10 - Echo Five, Finn
Becoming Us: Stealth Ops spin-off series
Someone Like You
My Every Breath
Dublin Nights
On the Edge
On the Line
The Real Deal
The Inside Man
Dublin Nights 5 - (1/2021)
Hidden Truths
The Safe Bet
Beyond the Chase
The Hard Truth
Surviving the Fall
The Final Goodbye
Contemporary Romance
The Story of Us
Playlist
Lil Nas X, Old Town Road (Chapter 2)
Brett Young - In Case You Didn’t Know (Chapter 7)
Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani - Nobody But You (Chapter 12)
P!nk, Khalid - Hurts 2B Human (Chapter 19)
Thomas Rhett, Reba McEntire - Be A Light (Chapter 21)
The Avett Brothers - Ain’t No Man (Chapter 23-24)
Luke Bryan - What She Wants Tonight (Chapter 25)
Blake Shelton - Hell Right (Chapter 25)
Lee Brice - I don’t Dance (Chapter 25)
Regard - Ride It (Chapter 26)
Kelly Clarkson - I Dare You (Chapter 33)
Andra Day - Rise Up (Chapter 36)
Blanco Brown - The Git Up (Chapter 38)
Keith Urban - Somebody Like You (Chapter 38)
Luke Bryan - Knockin’ Boots (Epilogue)
Spotify Playlist - Chasing Daylight, Brittney Sahin
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
More Stealth Ops & Alabama Series
Stealth Ops Family Tree: Marriage & Kids
Playlist
Reading Guide
Where Else To Find Me
Chapter One
Just Outside Birmingham, Alabama
“They’ve got me surrounded.” Roman’s deep voice remained calm despite his statement as he spoke over comms. “Need an assist.”
A.J. quickly took cover behind a thick oak probably older than his granddaddy. “What’s your grid?” he asked urgently, slightly out of breath and regretting the big breakfast he’d eaten. But when it came to grits and sausage, he had no self-control.
“The safe house,” Roman shouted as the crack of enemy fire erupted in the background.
“Help is on the way,” A.J. confirmed. “Hold your position.”
“Seriously? Like I have somewhere else to go? You think I want to get my ass nailed?” Roman snorted. “Don’t you dare respond to that.”
A.J. bit back a laugh. They needed Roman intact. Out of the five of them, he was the guy on Echo with a virtual Wikipedia app inside his head. Swinging his weapon around from where it hung off his shoulder, A.J. snuck out from behind the tree.
“Shit, Wyatt’s down,” Roman announced. “We need that backup and now.”
A.J. maneuvered through the woods toward the safe house that wasn’t all that safe at the moment, considering Roman was surrounded, and now they were out their best sniper.
“Hang tight,” Owen’s voice broke in. As the only pilot on Bravo and Echo Teams, Bravo Two was their secret weapon today. Well, the bird he was flying in on, at least.
The tree branches erupted and birds took flight at the chuff chuff chuff of helo rotors beating the hot, heavy air hanging above the treetops.
“The guys are fast-roping to you,” Owen alerted over comms, and A.J. advanced to the prearranged spot to wait for Chris and Finn. Echo Three and Five, respectively, had won the Rock Paper Scissor challenge for the privilege of making a dramatic entrance.
Owen was flying a bird that belonged to one of A.J.’s friends, who was currently overseas doing some sort of clandestine shit in the Air Force. A.J. had called in a favor, and while it wasn’t a Chinook, the Sikorsky his friend had modified to allow for such an occasion as jumping out of it worked for what they needed today. With no place to land, Chris and Finn entered the forest by way of a thick, braided rope dangling from the chopper.
“They got Wyatt, huh?” Chris’s booted feet hit the ground, and he detached from the rope. Finn next.
A.J. nodded. “But Roman’s now at the safe house. Old Man Shaw’s place.” A boarded-up dilapidated cabin that’d sat empty ever since Shaw’s wife passed away, and Shaw claimed she haunted the place. Swore he heard banging pots and pans. Floorboards popping up and smacking him in the head like in a Roadrunner cartoon.
You know better than to go play hide-and-seek on Shaw’s property, his mom used to yell at him and his brothers when they’d head to the cabin in an attempt to spot the ghost.
A smile crossed A.J.’s lips at the childhood memory. They never did see Mrs. Shaw, but the spine-tingling creeps that hit A.J. whenever he got within a hundred yards of the place inched over his skin even now as he was fixin’ to rescue Echo Four.
“You sure you’re alone in there?” A.J. prompted over comms. “Not seeing ghosts or anything?”
“You’re hilarious,” Roman responded as a snap! snap! snap! rang out in the background. “Paranormal phenomena is a cultural creation not supported by science.”
A.J. grinned. “Yeah, but you got the heebie-jeebies, don’t ya?”
“You seriously trying to creep Echo Four out right now?” Chris shook his head while clutching his gun. Mission-focused and ready to kick some ass.
“Trust me, if you’d ever been inside that cabin—”
“I can still hear you,” Roman cut off A.J., and he practically heard the eye-roll accompanying his words loud and clear.
“Mmhm. We’re moving out.” A.J. pumped his fist in the direction they needed to go, and they fell into formation, using the cover of trees to approach the property. Once in view of the cabin, they stopped behind a bank of oak trees. “We need to neutralize the threat on the south side first.”
“Roger,” the guys replied in unison.
A.J. broke through the line of trees as carefully as when he’d gone outside the wire in Afghanistan and had to avoid stepping on an IED.
IEDs had been everywhere in Afghanistan. Literally everywhere. No place, no speck of ground was safe . His world had once been defined by the territory that had been cleared of devices and areas still at risk.
He was pretty sure Old Man Shaw hadn’t set any booby traps out there, but it was still a possibility. “Watch your step,” he warned the guys.
“Got a live one,” Chris commented. “He looks like he’s preparing to make a run for it,” A.J. followed Chris’s gaze to an enemy crouched behind an oak thirty yards away on the perimeter of Shaw’s property.
A.J. readied his Spyder .68 but halted with a grunt when something pegged him in the arm. Where the hell are you? He backed up and ducked behind the closest tree, weapon still drawn as he eyed his surroundings for a possible hunting tree stand where the opposition may have been perched. “I took one in the arm,” he informed Echo Team.
“Doesn’t count. It’s not a head shot or center mass. Keep moving.” A snap followed Chris’s order. “Got him. You’re clear to pursue.”
“Who’d you nail?” A.J. shifted out from behind the tree and crossed over a pile of rocks.
“Brian,” Chris replied, his tone far too blasé.
“Damn it, Chris, I had dibs on Brian,” A.J. grumbled.
Brian was marrying A.J.’s sister, Ella, on the Fourth of July, and maybe he was looking to instill a little fear into the man first. Brian needed to know what he was signing up for when he joined the Hawkins family.
As far as A.J. was concerned, he was taking it easy on Brian by using paintball guns today. Of course, they weren’t standard-issued models used for recreational games. They were the kind utilized in battle simulation training. Paintball guns were more effective than laser tag when prepping for missions. The physical force of getting struck by a paintball or two was a dose of reality and served to hit home the consequences of a failed real-life op.
As Chris began his approach toward Brian to zip-tie his prisoner, Finn shouted, “It’s a trap!”
Chris dodged the paintball bullet using his lightning-fast reflexes, and in a smooth maneuver, dropped to a knee, spun around, and took the shot. “The enemy team is down to two from what I can tell,” he announced. “Looks like one of them is up on the cabin roof preparing to breach.”
“Old Man Shaw will lose his shit over a hole in that roof, even if the place is already falling apart. Hell, Mrs. Shaw might even make an appearance.” A.J. aimed his weapon toward the opposition, currently doing a little shimmy on the shingles, who also happened to be one of his best friends growing up.
Jesse was the kid who’d encouraged A.J. to sneak into Shaw’s cabin and search for ghosts.
The one to “borrow” A.J.’s dad’s farm tractor and ride into town to spy on the girls at the ice cream parlor at thirteen.
And he was also the kid that jumped in front of another guy who’d been about to punch A.J.’s brother in the face, taking the punch instead.
But today, Jesse was on the enemy’s team, and A.J. had no problem dropping his buddy.
“At least the paint all over the cabin brightens up that shitty-looking place. Maybe Shaw won’t notice a hole in the roof,” Finn said over comms.
“Maybe not, but I bet Mrs. Shaw would fly off the handle. We can give Roman that scientific proof he needs that ghosts are real.” A.J. kept his head low and inched toward the cabin to get a closer shot.
“Since when do you believe in ghosts?” Chris asked.
“We were in a Russian ghost town not too long ago, or have you forgotten?” A.J. reminded him. “You didn’t have to walk through those deserted children’s nurseries like I did. Damn, it was creepy. Seeing little shoes lined up against the wall.” As if on cue, his body sprouted a coating of goose bumps on his arms and right down his legs beneath his cargo pants.
“Yeah, well—”
“A.J.!” Finn hollered, interrupting whatever Roman was about to say, no doubt in protest to their talk of the supernatural.
Shit. A.J. should have known better. Jesse had lured them into a trap. He’d gone on the roof to divert A.J.’s attention. Dangled himself like candy. Jesse used to pull similar moves when they played war games as kids.
A.J.’s older brother Beckett, also on Jesse’s team along with his other brothers Caleb and Shep, had a red dot laser-focused on A.J.’s chest. Beckett took the shot before A.J. had a chance to move or return fire.
The paintball hit A.J. a bit harder than expected, and he stumbled over a gnarly tree root—probably Mrs. Shaw’s doing. He lost his footing and fell backward, the back of his head connecting with something hard. That random pile of rocks he’d encountered moments ago, maybe?
A.J. blinked a few times, trying to regain his focus amid the sunlight shining down between two branches that swayed overhead.
A.J. closed his eyes, sealing out the light. Attempting to gain his bearings. Shake off the knock on the head.
“You good?”
The voice was familiar. Not any of his Echo teammates, though. Not Jesse or one of his brothers.
“A.J., you hit your head?”
A.J. allowed his mind to wander, trying to place that voice, to understand what or who he was hearing.
Forcing his eyes open, he sat upright while cradling the back of his head where a throbbing pain made his skull feel as though it were splitting open. The migraine of all migraines.
“Where am I?” A.J. dropped his gaze to his legs. Desert digital camo clothed his body. A short-barrel M4 carbine lay off to his left. The blades of a CH-47 Chinook were chopping the air in the distance. Flames and black smoke off to his right engulfed an old Land Cruiser.
“Yo, man, you good? You lost your helmet.”
That voice. Deep. A slight hint of an accent.
Am I good? A.J. lowered his hand to his lap and shifted his attention to the outstretched hand gripping a ballistic helmet by the strap. A drop of blood fell as if in slow motion capturing that one moment in freeze-frame.
It was too bright. Too everything to be in the woods in Alabama.
“You must’ve hit your head harder than I thought.” The man moved closer, maintaining hold of the helmet and squatted, revealing his face.
A hand reached out and firmly gripped A.J.’s shoulder. A hand he hadn’t seen in years. “We gotta get the hell out of here before we get our asses blown up. Can you move?” His teammate cocked his head, his dark eyes focused on A.J. with concern.
“What’s going on?” A.J. implored. “What happened?”
“A.J.!” Loud clapping sounds had him blinking to find Chris bending down and smacking his palms together to get his attention.
A.J. released a sharp breath and flung a hand over Chris’s wrist.
“The back of your head is bleeding,” Finn told him. “You banged the back of that thick skull of yours on a shitty pile of rocks.”
“Damn, I didn’t expect you’d go and fall and hit your head.” It was his older brother Beckett. He and Chris helped A.J. stand, but . . .
“I need to see him again.” A.J.’s mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. The words hard to get out, but he managed to push through, to speak. “I need to talk to him. There’s so much to say. I never even said goodbye.”
Chris shifted his face shield up. “What are you talking about?”
