Andy McNab - DropZone

2009

Ethan

Driven by a fierce determination to make something of his life, Ethan will push himself to the limit, face his fears head on and stand by his friends no matter what. Skydiving is just the opportunity hes been looking for, and he doesnt want to be simply good, hes out to be the best. Period.

Johnny

Quick with the witty comments and fast in the air, hes a living, breathing definition of adrenaline junkie. But beneath the smartarse persona lies a seriously capable operator who doesnt know the meaning of the word quit. His only problem is that he likes to go it alone, and that doesnt always work well with a team.

Luke

The one the rest of the team depend on to make sure everything is safe and sorted. Hes quiet, methodical, and all about the detail. When it comes to skydiving, if Luke doesnt know it, its not worth knowing.

Kat

Pretty, athletic and impulsive, she loves being that rare thing among her peers a girl who skydives. She does it because she knows shes good at it and because it makes her sexy as hell.

Natalya

A serious girl with a mysterious past buried deep somewhere in eastern Europe. No one quite knows where she came from or how she ended up skydiving in the UK.

Sam

A world-class skydiver, skilled undercover operator and exceptional soldier, Sam is tough, serious and a natural leader. He has a long history with the SAS having led operations across the globe and he hasnt exactly retired. Hes responsible for bringing the team together in the first place. His word is law. And hes someone you really dont want to cross.

Skydiving

You jump from a plane at 12,000 feet, reach speeds of over 120 mph, then glide in under your canopy, gazing at the most amazing view of the earth youll ever see. Adrenaline never tasted this good.

Warning: dangerously addictive.

BASE jumping

You dont jump from a plane, but from a fixed object closer to the ground. BASE stands for Building, Antenna, Span (bridge or arch), Earth. Unlike skydiving, a BASE jumper rarely reaches terminal velocity (120 mph).

Warning: this is the closest you can get to falling to your death without dying.

What do you mean Ryans gone? Explain.

Gabes voice was hard and businesslike, but then when was he anything else? On the other end of the line, phone against his ear, Sam leaned back in his chair. Outside his window the moon stared back like a bullet hole in a bed sheet.

Hes not been seen at FreeFall for two weeks, he said. Hes missed God knows how many jumps. Its not like him at all and thats what worries me. Even if he does come back Sam let his voice trail off in frustration. Hed invested so much time and effort in the whole project and Ryans unexplained disappearance had brought it to a dead stop.

And youve no idea where he is, where hes gone?

No, said Sam, shaking his head, despite being alone in his office. The kids a ghost. Thats why we picked him, remember?

Gabe fell silent.

Sam waited patiently.

Then came the reply. Find a replacement.

Sam laughed, couldnt help it. You really think its that simple?

No, said Gabe. I dont.

And Sam believed him.

Look, said Gabe, his voice almost losing its edge, I know you cant just walk down a high street and pick someone out of a crowd, but we need five in this team for the whole thing to work, not four.

I know, said Sam.

Ryan had been the last; hed have brought the team to the magic five they were looking for. If hed made the grade with his skydiving then hed have been told the truth about the team and invited to join. Sam was sure Ryan wouldve jumped at the chance. Hed seemed perfect: independent, bright, driven, a natural skydiver, and with no family ties to speak of. So why the hell had he just vanished?

Sam was pissed off. Ryans disappearance meant hed got it wrong. And Sam never got things wrong.

Did I say something funny?

I doubt it, said Sam. Gabe had lots of qualities, he thought, but a sense of humour wasnt one of them.

Then do it, Gabe continued. Anyway, we had our eyes on two possibles originally. What about the other?

I never had my eyes on two, said Sam. You did. I found Ryan. You found Jake.

So focus on Jake, said Gabe, like he wasnt expecting an argument.

Youve read my report?

Of course Ive read it, replied Gabe, sounding more than a little irritated. And hes ticking the boxes.

But not necessarily the right ones, Sam cut back. Jakes too interested in himself. Theres no way Im bringing him onto the team until Im absolutely sure. You know that. And its my word on this thats the agreement.

You saying Im a bad judge of character?

You picked me, said Sam, and the smile that flickered across his face was anything but warm.

For a moment, neither man spoke.

Sam broke the silence. So what about Ryan?

If hes gone, hes gone, came the reply. Unsuitable. Were better off knowing now than halfway through an operation. Ill try and trace him, find out what happened. But hes no longer your concern. Anything else?

Sam knew the conversation was over. No, he said.

Good, said the voice. Keep me posted on the team and on Jake.

The phone went dead. No goodbyes, no farewells, just silence.

Sam replaced the receiver and leaned forwards, resting his arms on his desk. In the gloom of his office, lit as it was by only a simple desk lamp, Sam stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet. The thing looked tired and beaten, like it had been dropped just a few too many times off the back of a truck. He slid open the second drawer, pulled out a thick folder and flicked through it.

From the pages of the files inside, the photographs of four faces stared out: two male, two female. Of the males, one was serious, collected, had eyes that looked like they could spot a flea on a rats arse at a couple of miles. The other had a wildness about him, like he was ready to jump out of the photo, steal your girlfriend and ride off into the sunset. The girls were just as different. One had haunted eyes in a pale face that showed nothing but determination. The other looked like she wanted to take on the world in a bar fight, and come out not just the winner but with her makeup intact and not a hair out of place.

Sam picked up another two files. Jake and the missing Ryan stared up at him. But it wasnt Ryans disappearance that bothered Sam; it was what hed do if Jake didnt make the grade. And, deep down, Sam had a hunch he wouldnt. Not just because Jakes attitude was all wrong, but because if a mission went tits up and the team were facing a total shit storm, Sams gut instinct told him that Jake would bottle it. He was prepared to give Jake the training, but if he didnt shape up there was no way in hell Sam was going to put the team at risk.

After a few moments, Sam replaced the files in the cabinet and walked to his office door. Reaching out, he flicked the room to darkness, then slipped away into the night. But one thought haunted him: when Jake screwed up, just how the hell was he going to find anyone else?

The yell from above shattered the night like a brick through a window.

Ethan jarred to a halt, earphones halfway to his head. Hed been out for another late-night walk to clear his mind. It hadnt worked.

Looking up, he saw someone falling from the roof of the block of flats he called home; a silhouette racing towards him, getting bigger, closer, on target for a direct hit he knew would kill him.