Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Latest from the Janitors, Asps, and Other Books - Fido (Asps Series) - Terrorists ambushed in Costa Rica

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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