Today’s excerpt is from Fido,
Book #3 of the nine-book Asps series. The
Asps, SIS, SAS, and friends have ambush ready in Costa Rica for hundreds of
terrorists, who fall into the trap. Enjoy
and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
Sure everything was as ready as it was going
to get, Jim sighed. “Okay, gang, by now
the bad guys are coming. Good luck.”
The wait was on, broken only by the arrival
of the raft with Dan’s team. The three
wounded members of the team were attended to by Jack, who announced all three
insisted on taking their defensive positions with the others…over his
objections, which fell on deaf ears of all three.
Due to the delay caused by the Fidos, it was
nearly dark when the first boat reached its landing area. Though well back from the riverbank, Sergeant
Squires and those assigned his area watched as the boat was tied off, and the
men aboard started to disembark. Even as
they watched those goings on, the other boat passed behind the first one. That fact was reported by Sergeant Squires.
Sergeant Squires waited as long as he
could—even to the point of letting some of the enemy go past the line of
claymores—before he gave warning to his troops.
“Claymores, down everyone.” He
waited a few seconds before he depressed one of the remote control buttons for
the claymores. Hector had set out three
rows of claymores: one at the top of the
ridge, leading up from where the boat was tied off; one in the middle of the
ridge; and a few mines lower down. The
first button pushed by Sergeant Squires was for the row on top of the
ridge. The effects were traumatic for
the terrorists, as nearly a hundred and fifty of them died instantly, while
many more were wounded—some to die of those wounds before they could even think
to fire a shot. Sergeant Squires
growled, “Stay down, lads—more to come,” as he pressed the second button, then
shortly afterwards, the third.
The second row tore into those just off the
boat, killing another hundred of the terrorists and wounding several more. The third row was set up to do damage to the
boat, and had been set at various heights, based on what Dan’s team had passed
on about the specifications of the boats.
Some of those pellets went through the hull itself and, while they did
no real damage…save for one lone pellet that found the fuel tank—they had the
effect of damaging the soundness of the hull.
The pellet that found the fuel tank didn’t cause an explosion, but fuel did
start to seep out.
Aboard the other boat, they all heard the
explosions, but also heard the commencement of fire at the enemy. The leader of the terrorists was certain what
few men the enemy could have there would be overrun and the remainder of his
men would close on the camp from that direction, while his force would come at
it from the dock area.
He needn’t have been so happy at what was
going on behind him. For even as the
last row of claymores exploded, Sergeant Squires gave his orders. “Alright, lads, give them what for, if you
please. Buggy number one—front and center,
please.”
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