No Escape
By Anthony Izzo
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A military experiment gone wrong...
The ship has crashed...
And now they're loose...
Jack Hammond is an ex-Special Forces soldier who has returned from the war in Iraq. He's looking to take a peaceful island vacation with his family. Soon after Jack and his family arrive on the island, a ship runs aground, bringing bloodthirsty creatures with it. When a hostile military unit arrives to deal with the threat, Jack must get his family off the island. Before there's no escape.
Anthony Izzo
Anthony Izzo is the author of 17 thrillers. He enjoys writing tales of mayhem that include anything from zombies to psycho killers to murderous shapeshifters. Anthony was a judge for the Buffalo Dreams screenplay competition. He recently had a story appear in the "SNAFU: Future Warfare" anthology. When not writing, he enjoys playing loud guitar, reading crime novels, and giving craft beers a good home. He makes his home in Western New York and features Buffalo prominently in his work.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5No Escape, the latest book by Anthony Izzo, is a suspenseful and engrossing read. So suspenseful and engrossing in fact, that while I was reading it (home alone in the semidarkness) and my cell phone went off, I jumped three feet in the air. I believe "Holy Hell!" is what I shouted. (And yes, I do know that that is an oxymoron!)The book begins with a military mission, a ship and some dangerous cargo- all shrouded in mystery. And that's just the Prologue. When the first chapter begins we are immediately thrust in the world of the Hammond family and to say that their vacation is about to get deadly would be putting it mildly. Before the book is done, the Hammond family will become unlikely allies with a secret military unit and some other innocent vacationers in order to survive. The action starts quick and the body count rises. It doesn't let up until the end. I guess I'd call this one a "nail-biter". Thankfully, I stopped biting my nails. But if you haven't, well, you've been warned. Mr. Izzo mixes action, suspense, horror, gore and mystery all together in one delectable ball of anxiety. Throw in some well developed characters with believable interactions and you've got yourself a thrill ride of a read.I would recommend No Escape to anyone who's a fan of military conspiracies, creature horror or suspense thrillers. I haven't read any of Anthony Izzo's other books before but I plan on correcting that in the very near future. He's an author on his way up. And I've added him to my "To Be Read" list.
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No Escape - Anthony Izzo
PROLOGUE
Captain Ernie Nevitz didn’t like the assignment and wanted to drop his cargo as soon as possible. His wife, Felicia, was due to pop with their third child and he’d been out of contact her while on this ship. Due to the nature of the assignment, the crew hadn’t been allowed contact with family. The Navy had recruited him because he knew how to keep his mouth shut; he did his job and didn’t question the brass.
As the ship drifted down the St. Lawrence River, Nevitz thought of having a girl this time. He loved his two boys, but he couldn’t help thinking of the Barbie jeep he’d bought for his unborn daughter. She’d grow into it and he hoped Felicia wouldn’t be too pissed about it.
There was a storm coming in. The latest forecast had them hitting it in less than half-an-hour. The steel gray clouds and choppy water told him they were going to get it hard. The first rumble of thunder echoed a moment later.
Nevitz’s second in command, an angular, hawk-faced guy named Gill, stepped beside him. Gill’s expansive, wrinkled forehead twisted his features into a frown. Man his age shouldn’t have that many wrinkles, Nevitz thought.
Gill,
Nevitz said. What’s the good word?
Sir, problem with the containment hold.
Nevitz glanced at him, and in the glow of the bridge’s instruments, Gill looked like a specter.
What type of problem?
An error message. Our tech people are working on it.
If they can’t fix it?
There could be a breach.
Go full arms. How many men on the door?
Two.
Triple it. But don’t cause a panic.
They had Marines on board in the event of something like this.
Aye Aye sir.
Gill took off, his long strides somehow reminding Nevitz of an ostrich. Not ten minutes after Gill left, an alarm wailed. Goddammit, this had better be an error.
Nevitz headed below deck to the containment room, unsnapping his holster along the way. His Colt automatic was ready – just in case.
Entering the containment control room, he squinted at the white light that seemed to stab his eyes. Once his eyesight adjusted, he went to a computer monitor, where Gill stood over the shoulder of a seated soldier.
Gill, what is this? Am I going to miss by baby girl’s birth?
Sir, they’re out.
Nevitz felt his blood temperature drop. Tell me the door’s still in tact.
That’s failed, too.
Automatic weapons barked from down the corridor and Nevitz knew they were in trouble.
Nevitz took out his Colt automatic. Gill and the two other sailors in the room grabbed Colt AR-15s from a specially installed rack on the wall. Because of their cargo, nearly every part of the ship had been outfitted to store hardware.
Screams echoed in the hallway. One of them high and wet sounding.
Gill, open the hatch.
Sir?
We’re trapped rats in here. We’re going to fight our way out and get to the bridge.
Gill put his hand on the hatch’s wheel. The other men crouched, ready to open fire
Nevitz nodded, and Gill swung the steel hatch open.
Based on the carnage he saw, the captain knew two things: he would never see his wife again, and he was going to die horribly.
CHAPTER ONE
Crash
Jack Hammond was not a superstitious man, and didn’t buy into portents and bad signs. But he couldn’t shake the quiver of dread that ran through his stomach as he watched the thunderheads from his cabin window. It was a big picture window with a pretty view of the Saint Lawrence River. Beyond it was a deck that wrapped around the cabin. From the relative safety of the cabin, he watched the purple monsters drift through the sky. It was dusk, and they blended with the orange and violet of the sunset, now quickly dimming.
He turned and watched Karen, his twelve-year-old daughter. She was sprawled on the floor, her iPOD pumping Good Charlotte’s latest offering through the earbuds. Her feet moved in time with the music. Amanda, his wife, sat at the kitchen table. Her nose was buried in the latest J.A. Konrath novel. He wanted at that moment to hug them both tightly and not let go. He couldn’t say why, but it seemed urgent.
It would be roughly an hour when his life would be changed forever.
Jack turned from the window. They had brought a boom box on their camping trip, and Jack went to the kitchen counter and turned the radio on. He was greeted by the hiss of static but then he tuned it until he found a local news station.
Without looking up from her book, Amanda said, Whatcha doing?
Looking to see if the latest Kenny G. single is playing anywhere.
Try W-C-R-A-P. You might find it there. Are we going to the caverns?
They’re closed, kiddo, remember?
Sucks.
You’ll live. Plenty to see on the island.
He listened to the end of an oldies song and then caught a weather report. There was a severe thunderstorm warning, possible hail and high winds. He didn’t like the sound of that. The bridge they came over to get on the island was a rickety wooden thing that dated back to the Eisenhower administration. He wouldn’t want to go over it in a storm.
Thunderheads moving in. I’m going to batten down the hatches.
Need a hand sailor?
I’m good,
he said. He went over, kissed her on the head. Her hair smelled like roses and tea leaves.
As he walked past Karen, he gave her a friendly nudge with his foot. She frowned and went back to listening to her iPod.
Outside, it had grown darker. The crickets sang in full chorus. He grabbed their beach towels off the clothesline, along with the axe, which he’d used to split logs for the campfire. With the weather coming in, it didn’t much look like they’d have a campfire tonight.
He looked again across the river. The sunlight had been swallowed up. Smoky thunderclouds had mixed with the dark sky. Lightning flashed, and in the distance a flock of geese screamed.
Why the hell am I so nervous about a damned thunderstorm?
He had just started toward the cabin when he heard the roar of an engine, then a blatting horn. It blared repeatedly, sounding like a big truck. Whoever was driving pushed it hard, the big engine revving.
He walked down the stone driveway to the road, which was about thirty yards from the cabin. The horn blared again. He saw the headlights come around the bend. The RV came into view, its driver’s side door open and flapping.
The driver beat on the horn again.
For a moment, Jack was frozen to his spot. He watched the RV roar ahead as if it were in slow motion. It took him another moment to realize two things: it was coming right toward him, and it wasn’t stopping.
Rubber shrieked and the RV gave a tortured groan. Jack couldn’t see the driver and was sure the driver couldn’t see him, or was incapacitated in some way. He had a horrible moment where he envisioned the runaway RV veering toward the cabin, where Karen and Amanda waited, unaware of the danger. He hurried to the cabin steps, climbed them.
The RV charged ahead. Its front wheels rolled over the grassy area next to the driveway. Jack ducked inside, dropped the towels and axe near the door, confident the RV was going to miss the cabin but wanting to be near his wife and daughter. Karen took no notice, lost in her music. Amanda looked up. What is that noise?
Before Jack could get a word out, he heard a huge thud, then the grinding of metal. The cabin shook. He turned and looked out the door. Amanda jumped up from the table and came to his side, as did Karen. Apparently a crash of that size was louder than even Good Charlotte’s blaring guitars.
The RV had plowed into a tree near the fire pit. The front end had been crumpled. The windshield shattered. The side door banged open-shut, open-shut. The engine made a tortured gurgling sound and steam poured from the front end. Jack cautiously opened the door. To Amanda, he said, Call the park police. The number’s on a flyer on the bulletin board.
I’m on it,
she said. Hopefully our damned cell works this time.
Given the remoteness of the cabin, the cell phone service had been spotty.
Jack stepped onto the deck, and Karen began to follow. He put his arm out, blocked her. Stay here.
I want to see. Maybe I can help.
Stay put,
he said, and went outside.
Are they dead?
Karen asked.
That’s what I’m going to find out.
Jack approached the RV, a big Gulf Stream with a blue stripe across its side. The driver’s seat was empty. He climbed up into the cabin. Looking down, he saw a pair of blue jean-clad legs and their wearer. It was a pudgy bald man with a Syracuse University tee shirt on. It bore dark stains and Jack looked at the man’s neck and saw the source of them: blood leaked from the side of the man’s neck. Jack moved forward, knelt down next to the man. The guy had given it up.
Overhead, thunder crashed, and then the hiss of rain began to patter on the RV’s roof. Jack moved back through the RV, passing through the kitchenette. There was a smudge of a fluid that he knew could only be blood on the Formica tabletop. In the back, in a bunk, he saw someone lying under a blue comforter.
He approached, heart pounding, aware that even in the darkness of the vehicle, he didn’t see the blankets rising and falling. Hey,
he said. You okay?
No answer came.
He paused for a moment, half-expecting the form under the blanket to pop up like a funhouse boogeyman. The person under that sheet was dead, he was sure of it. In Afghanistan, he’d seen his share of the dead, some with faces missing, others burned so badly you wouldn’t guess they were human at one time. This person wasn’t sleeping.
He moved forward and in one motion pulled back the comforter. He found a woman with a tee shirt that matched the dead man’s. At first Jack thought the woman was smiling, but then he realized her lips had been cut away and jagged slashes made in the cheeks. He looked at her hands and saw that the fingers had been removed, the stumps bloody and ragged. He didn’t see a mortal wound, but it was there somewhere.
He scanned the RV. Dots of blood stained the carpet. It didn’t look as if there’d been a struggle. The only sign of a mess was the blood stain on the table. Jack would’ve thought there’d have been papers and clothes strewn about, things knocked over. What the hell happened?
Not wanting to touch the body, he backed up to the front seats, stepped over the dead man, and climbed out of the RV.
Outside, the rain assaulted him. It came in sideways, the wind throwing it in his face. He hurried to the cabin door, where Amanda and Karen stood, watching him.
Well?
Amanda asked.
Did you get anyone on the cell?
The parks police aren’t answering.
He didn’t like that. Watch out,
he said, opening the door and stepping inside.
Jack? Did they?
He looked at Karen, who had begun to chew her lower lip. The earbuds still dangled from her ears but she had shut the music off. He debated making her go in her bedroom while he spoke to Amanda, but the girl would find out anyway.
They’re dead. A man and a woman.
Didn’t survive the crash?
Amanda asked.
Someone killed the woman. She was – cut up. Missing fingers. I don’t know if it was the driver, but he had a wound in his neck. I doubt it was him that killed the woman. They were running from someone.
Jesus,
Amanda said, and shut the inner cabin door. She clicked the passageway lock shut.
Did someone really kill them?
Karen asked.
"Looks that way, kiddo. I’m sorry you had