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Hawkins' Heroes: Hell's Highway
Hawkins' Heroes: Hell's Highway
Hawkins' Heroes: Hell's Highway
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Eddie Hawkins is the cupola gunner on a Humvee based in Afghanistan. He has a reputation as a man who shoots first and shoots straight, until things start to unravel. Ordered to accompany a combat engineer to give covering fire while he clears a dangerous highway of IEDs, a brutal, bullying Master Sergeant gives him the wrong route. The result is a debacle, American lives are lost, and they blame Hawkins. Held in contempt by his crew, the next operation offers him a chance to put things right. Except the same Master Sergeant has command of his platoon.

It is make or break time. Time for him to put the record straight. Or die in the attempt.

Hawkins’ Heroes: Hell’s Highway is the second short novel in the Hawkins’ Heroes series. A collaboration between Todd McCleod and Eric Meyer, the bestselling author of more than fifty war

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Release dateAug 15, 2019
ISBN9780463936498
Hawkins' Heroes: Hell's Highway

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    Hawkins' Heroes - Todd McLeod

    HELL’S HIGHWAY

    By Todd McLeod & Eric Meyer

    THE HAWKINS’ HEROES SERIES

    Copyright 2018 by Todd McLeod & Eric Meyer

    Published by Swordworks Books

    All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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    Chapter One

    He spotted the lookout in the distance, and he’d been searching for someone just like him. Theirs was the lead Humvee of a recon convoy detailed to patrol a section of highway from Kabul to Kandahar. Intelligence had warned them to be on alert for hostile activity fifty klicks outside the capital, and for once they’d got it right. An innocent-looking boy herding sheep, and Eddie Hawkins, positioned behind the .50 caliber Browning mounted in the cupola, was suspicious. With his keen eye for terrain he’d clocked something was wrong, and his brain worked it out several seconds later.

    There was no animal forage in that field. No grass, nothing for sheep to graze on. The crop was opium poppies; the plants with the colorful flowers which Afghans guarded like they were the most precious things on earth.

    Would they allow a flock of sheep to chomp their way through their valuable poppies? Not in a million years.

    He stared at a collection of abandoned stone huts beyond the field, and once again he sensed something wrong. He couldn’t say afterward what it was. Maybe a slight splash of color that made him focus his gaze on a particular place. Whatever made him look he identified it immediately. The straight, black line of a machine gun barrel poking out from a heap of rocks in the center of the ruined dwellings, and he instinctively stabbed the mike button.

    Hostiles! Three hundred meters, two o'clock, abandoned stone cottages.

    As the vehicles picked up speed, he gripped the Browning .50, aimed, and fired. Shooting for effect, to keep their heads down and flush the enemy out into the open. The heavy rounds flattened against the stonework, and chunks of masonry flew into the air, creating a blanketing cloud of dust and stone chips. For a heartbeat he wondered

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