Today’s excerpt is from Back
To Iraq, the Book #2 of the nine-book Janitors series. Sergey, the new man on the team, eliminates
the head of terrorist cell waiting on satchel nuke to arrive in Missouri. Enjoy and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
When they turned onto the highway, Sergey
was able to get behind Al-Sharif, with no cars in between them. He followed at a normal distance and waited
his chance. A few cars passed from the
other direction, but the traffic was light.
Suddenly, he saw a chance. Up
ahead he could see the beginning of a bend to the left, which had a guardrail
for quite a distance. Even better, there
was a tractor-trailer just appearing around that bend in the road, heading
toward them.
Sergey floored the accelerator and their car
picked up speed rapidly as he pulled out to pass. Ibrahim Al-Sharif barely noticed and, if he
had, he would have thought the trailing car had plenty of time to pass. However, Sergey eased off the gas as he drew
up to Al-Sharif’s vehicle, so that his front bumper was even with the rear door
of the other car. His intent was to be
in the blind area, where Al-Sharif wouldn’t be able to see him without the
effort of turning his head.
With the approaching truck getting closer
and closer, Sergey knew his timing would have to be perfect and hoped that
human instinct would prevail. He waited
until the last possible moment, then swerved left, toward the far shoulder of
the road. When he did that, the truck
driver instinctively swung to his left to avoid Sergey. In so doing, he drove right into and over the
car driven by Ibrahim Al-Sharif. Even
though the truck driver realized his mistake almost as soon as he made it, he
was far too late to save Al-Sharif. As
one of the two first-arriving state troopers would say to the other, “Poor guy
was smashed like a grape.”
Sergey, meanwhile, nearly lost control of
his car on the shoulder, then had to deal with two oncoming cars. He let the first one pass, and then swerved
back up onto the highway and back into his original lane. Next he slammed on his brakes, spun the
wheel, and accelerated, so that he was soon behind the second of those two
cars, driving in the same direction as they and the truck had been heading. Without hesitation, he drove back onto the
shoulder of the road and passed the two cars, which had both slowed and were
stopping to avoid running into the back of the now-stopped truck.
As Sergey raced by on his right, before
getting back on the driving surface and speeding away, the truck driver got on
his CB radio and called for help. He was
able to think well enough to get a description of Sergey’s car, but unable to
get a license plate number. After
calling for help, the driver started trembling, and realized as he got out of
his truck that what he was going to find would make him sick to his stomach.
Tom was having sick feelings of his
own. When Sergey was speeding back down
the shoulder on the roadway, Tom had looked over at the smashed wreck of
Al-Sharif’s car. While he was glad the
event had gone well, the thought of what Ibrahim Al-Shrif must look like was
unsettling—not to mention how close a call it had been for him and Sergey.
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