Today’s excerpt is from Father
Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps series.
After a suicide bomber sets off his charge a short distance from the
loading ramp of the C-130, several more terrorists attack the plane. Enjoy and have a great day.
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On hearing Wendy’s warning, Maggie, hit
in her vest, right leg, and ear, called out, “I’ve got one of the Gatlings on
the port side,” as she hobbled over to it.
Phil, was
standing only a few feet from the other side of the plane. “I’ve got one of them over on the starboard
side.”
Jim, Billy, and
Ike were already running to the rear of the plane, just behind Jack, by
then. They went right down the severely
damaged ramp. Kye, who had only been hit
in her vest and had her left arm grazed, and Dusty, with a nail sticking in his
thigh, hurried to follow the first wave of the plane’s defenders. Dusty only made one step before he almost
swore—which would have been a first, since he never cussed—stopped and pulled
the offending nail out of his left leg, before he followed his wife off the
plane. By the time those two were off
the plane, the battle with the advancing terrorists was in full swing.
Chet, hit with
three nails and two ball bearings, but not seriously injured, hobbled off the
plane with his Asp drawn. He started
looking for something to shoot at. The
first terrorist he saw was under the plane’s wing. He fired at him just as Bruce, who had
slid—intentionally—off the wing to get at the same man, fired off a shot. Both men hit the terrorist with killing shots
before looking for other targets.
While those on
the ground and in the plane were turning the grass field into a killing zone,
Wendy and Goose were doing the same thing from the wings of the plane.
Even as she
fired shot after killing shot at the advancing terrorists, Wendy was muttering
under breath, “Attack my plane, will you, you bastards? Well, take that,” as she killed still another
of al-Qaida’s best—or worst, depending on one’s point of view.
Had Goose been
able to hear over the racket of the two Gatling guns pouring death at the
terrorists, he would have had his own successful shots diminished in their
accuracy, as he would have been laughing too hard to shoot.
When suddenly
there were no more targets to shoot at, the defenders of the plane let out a
collective sigh as they set about seeing what could be done for their injured
comrades. Even as they turned back to
the plane, Jim glanced over at Bruce, now only about ten feet from him. “We’ve got a hell of a mess. Holly’s down…I think Pete is gone. Got a few more inside who got hit with that
crap. You want to take a couple of guys
to make sure these bastards are all on their fruitless search for their
promised but non-existent virgins?”
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