Today’s excerpt is from Tears
And Terrorists, Book #4 of the nine-book Asps series. After taking out an al-Qaida camp in Angola,
the Asps and friends try to find a place for Wendy to land to pick them up. Enjoy and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
Later, with the
team gathered around their vehicles, Bruce grumbled, “Guess all we have to do
now is find a place for Wendy to land.”
Dusty
nodded. “When going over the satellite
photos of the area, I noticed some sort of runway about fifty miles more or
less southeast of here. Had a few
buildings nearby, but none of the photos showed anyone in sight. Want to try for that?”
Harry asked,
“You think you can find it from here?”
Bear joked,
“Dusty has a GPS system imbedded in his head.
He can find it.”
Dusty laughed,
“Yeah, I think I can find it.”
Jim nodded,
“Lead the way then. Let’s load up,
folks.”
When everyone
was loaded up in the vehicles, Dusty led the way, driving one of the
buggies. The going was anything but
smooth, as they came to several places which were too soggy to drive through,
and had to drive around the dangerous spots to avoid getting one or more of the
vehicles stuck in the mud. It took
nearly three hours to make the fifty-plus miles. When they did come to what Dusty had seen on
the photos, they pulled to a stop and looked around, without seeing any signs
of life. What they saw was obviously an
abandoned facility of some type. As they
drove forward, they reached a small overgrown airstrip. Dusty pulled up alongside it, stopped, and
shrugged. “Looks like we’ve got a place
for Wendy to land…if it’s long enough.
Probably wouldn’t hurt to clear some of those tall weeds off, if we
can.”
Bruce grumbled,
“Yeah. Everyone get their hoes out.”
Tony joked, “If
it would stop raining for five minutes, we could burn the weeds off. Otherwise, I suggest we all put our mittens
on and commence pulling.”
Dusty pulled his
buggy up onto the weed-covered airstrip and drove to the end nearest where the
others were parked, then drove to the other end. When he got there, he was satisfied with the
distance. “Okay, it’s long enough…and
wide enough. Even with the rain, Wendy
should be able to land…weeds or no weeds.
But we better check it over carefully and make sure there are no
crater-sized potholes.”
Jim, who was
driving one of the buggies, and Harry, who was driving the third one, pulled up
onto the runway, drove to the end where Dusty had started, and begun slowly
driving toward the far end, each about five feet from the edge of the runway
they were on. Dusty saw that and started
driving slowly down the middle. For over
thirty minutes, they all drove back and forth, looking for any possible
problems. While they did, each of the drivers
with at least two other people in the buggies, the rest of the team reluctantly
started pulling weeds. With the rain,
the large weeds came out more easily than many thought they would. By the time Dusty, Jim, and Harry parked
their buggies near the two SAS vehicles, about fifty feet of the runway had
more or less been cleared of weeds. When
those in the three buggies got out and started helping, the weed pulling went
much quicker. When they were about half
done, Jim stopped, and called Wendy.
“Your new international airport of Angola awaits you, Red. GPS will be set up for you shortly. By the way, just for your information, we’re
about fifty miles southeast of where you raised so much beautiful hell
earlier…thanks again for that. For now,
just head back the way you’ve been fifteen or twenty times already. Tell Goose I said even he shouldn’t get lost, as many times as you’ve made the trip…one
way or the other. ”
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