RECCE PATROL

BY ADAM HARDY

It was a piece of cake ... like hell it was!

It was supposed to be a routine recce patrol. West Falkland was deserted; the Task Force needed intelligence to assess the beaches as landing sites. So, while their comrades slugged it out at the other end of the combat zone, Number Three Wing of the Strike Force landed on West Falkland.

But someone had fouled up. The island was crawling with the enemy: and with one man concussed and one captured Strike Force was in dead trouble...

Number Four in a superb action-packed series.