Today’s excerpt is from Baghdad
Butcher, Book #1 of the nine-book Janitors Series. Jim asks an old friend for some help. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
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When they sat
down, Jim glanced around the room. “Ben,
I strongly suggest you turn off the recording system. What I’m about to tell you, you’ll no doubt
take to your boss and your Prime Minister, but I’m just as sure that you will
want no one else—no matter how trusted—to be privy to this conversation.”
Ben looked at
Jim for just a moment, then, sure that he could give total trust to his old
friend, got up, went to a panel on the wall, opened it, and turned off the
recording system that was never supposed to be turned off.
After Ben sat
back down, he nodded. “Okay, shoot.”
“Odd choice of
words. I’m headed for your part of the
world to do just that. It seems that
Saddam Hussein has outlived his usefulness.”
“We’ve known
that for a long time, but I’m not sure I believe what I’m hearing. On whose orders?”
“Not orders,
request…and to be done unofficially.”
“On whose request?”
“The President
of a large North American country is rather unhappy that Saddam is importing
vast quantities of drugs into that country to try and destabilize said same
country.”
Ben
whistled. “God, Jim. How do you think you’ll do it?”
“With a good
deal of help from you. I’ll need one of
those Russian jeep-like things airlifted into Iraq, somewhere in the northeast
part of the country. I’ll need authentic
uniforms for Holly and me. I’ll need
Holly made up to look like a man, with an ugly scarred face—horrible looking…so
no one will look too closely at the rest of her. I’ll need a contact in Baghdad to help in
location and identification, and I would like some help in crossing the border
into Kuwait when it’s done. I don’t want
to have my ass shot off wearing an Iraqi uniform when I cross into Kuwait.”
“Is that
all? You sure you wouldn’t just like me
to shoot the bastard myself?”
“Would you?”
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