With the last book in the Search and Rescue segment of the Special Ops series just a little over a week away from release I thought I would use this Fly on the Wall Sunday post to give you all a look back at one of my favorite characters in the segment–Jet Jackson the character featured in On Thin Ice.
Jet Jackson is a dedicated member of the Squadron. He has gone on rescue mission after rescue mission, but this time the mission is personal. This time it’s life or death for somebody he cares about and he will stop at nothing to save her.
Akira Bowman is a world champion ice skater. Her training prepared her to win trophies and medals, but nothing could prepare her for the situation she finds herself in. After a charity event and a news station interview in Alaska leaves her the captive of men with a score to settle she has only one way out, one man she can rely on. The steaks are high; it’s life or death and Jet and Akira are outgunned and outnumbered. Will this be one rescue mission Jet can’t pull off? Or will Jet Jackson finally meet a mission he’s not capable of completing?
That sense of urgency is one of the things that kept him moving fast. He had slept little, and that had nothing to do with the nature he knew was surrounding him and everything to do with the fact that he knew he needed to get to her. There was no time for resting because taking a leisurely pace or sleeping longer could mean life or death for her.
Now that he was inside, crawling through the over head shaft to the entry point, he was ready to get her out of there. He secured a climbing carabiner attached to one end of his rope to a secure metal loop over his head. He had to have a way to get her back up, and himself really, after he made the descent into the lower room. He used a small circular mirror, like the kind dentists used when poking around in the patient’s mouth, and he stuck it through the ridges of the gate trying to cautiously see if there was anybody else in the room. He could see Akira. From the limited angles he could reach he didn’t see anybody else. He was going to have to take a chance on moving the gate while presuming the room was clear of the enemy. He eased the gate over, slowly and quietly, before looking down into the room to check the room more clearly. Satisfied that she was alone he quietly entered and quickly made his way to her. The room was darkened except for the single fifty watt light bulb dangling over her head.
He pulled out his knife, ready to cut the bindings holding her in the chair. The moment he touched her shoulder she awakened with a frightened gasp. “It’s okay,” he whispered. He saw the tension in her body ease.
“Jet,” she whispered nearly breathless. “You came for me.”
He cut the binding on one ankle as he stayed behind her chair, watching the door and ready to shoot should somebody enter. “You knew I would come for you.”
“I had hoped, but I wasn’t sure you would.”
He moved to her side, ready to work on the bindings holding her wrists to the arms of the chair. “I will always come for you, Akira.” He placed one gloved palm on her cheek and she leaned into his touch. Her eyes closed and he could see the single tear escaping them. He quickly freed her from her remaining bindings. “We have to go.”