Operation: Mongolia

Начало книги

“I don’t fancy yours much, Sarge,” Wiggins said. “Although the hairy humps remind me of your missus.”

A pair of Bactrian camels brayed loudly in unison.

“Aye, and that too,” Wiggins added before going quiet when Hynd clouted the corporal roughly on the side of the head.

Captain John Banks ignored the banter and spoke directly to the two khaki-clad men who stood beside the camels high on a rocky outcrop on the desert plain.

“For the third time, gentlemen, I have my orders and I’m not here to negotiate. We’re walking out of here. There is no other transport and we’ve got fifty miles of desert and rough terrain to cover.” He waved at the tall pile of stacked wooden boxes that were the subject of the current argument. “This stuff will just have to wait here until it can be picked up.”

The older of the two men in front of him, his face already red from sun exposure and even more so now with the heat of the discussion, almost shouted back at Banks. There had been a lot of near shouting since the squad’s arrival and Banks was just about reaching his limit although the man in front of him wasn’t picking up any of the cues, which were getting less subtle by the second.

Читать дальше →