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Today’s excerpt is from Bullets And Baseball, Book #6 of the nine-book Asps Series.  SAS, SIS, the Asps, and friends, set ambush for a group of terrorists intent on heading up a pass into Afghanistan from Iran.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

As Wendy made her turn inside Iran, Phil let down the ramp, then soon pushed two pallets with claymore mines attached out, followed by the jump team.  As soon as Phil gave Wendy the word that everyone was out, she dropped her altitude back down as low as she dared.

Inside Iran, the plane was not noticed on radar.

On the ground, several men helped Bear and his mine-laying crew dislodge the mines from their pallets.  It had been agreed Bear would be assisted by Billy, Dusty, and four SAS troops familiar with the claymores.  Even as the mine-laying began, Tony and Cyrus headed toward the end of the canyon nearer Iran with their group, while Bruce led his group further up the valley toward Afghanistan.  The two groups started heading up the side of the mountain, even as they were heading in opposite directions from one another. 

Wendy landed back at the air base they had been at earlier, but didn’t refuel for two reasons.  First off, she hadn’t burned off much, and secondly, she felt the lighter the load, the better for what she knew was in front of her.  While waiting for the call to head back to the canyon, she ran through in her mind how she would proceed, then discussed her ideas with Holly—more to say out loud what she had in mind, rather than expecting any suggestions from Holly.  None were forthcoming.  Holly did ask a few questions, with the answers from Wendy firming up the how of the matter.

Her plan, simply put, was to fly at an angle to let the Gatlings on one side to be fired, straighten up, fly on deeper into Iran, then repeat the maneuver with the Gatlings on the other side coming into play—all the while staying below Iran’s radar.

Bear and his mine-laying team had barely finished, when Cyrus decided time had come to hurry Bear and his group along.  “You lads with the mines might shake a leg.  In the far distance I see the mice coming to their cheese.”

Those seven on the floor of the canyon hurried their pace to their places of concealment, as Bear replied, “Done, and done.  Heading up to our hidey-holes.”

Bruce immediately called Wendy to get her in the air.  When the mine layers were situated with Bruce’s group, the teams were set.  Bruce on one side of the canyon, with the intent of closing off escape by the terrorists who might try to flee in the direction of Afghanistan, included the Asps (except for Pete and Maggie), Oscar, and four of his ten men.

On the other side of the valley—and at the other end—intent on closing off that avenue of escape, Tony, Cyrus, his ten men, and five of Oscar’s squad were ready, also.

All members of both groups were well situated in and around large rock and boulder formations.  On Bruce’s side, he placed himself nearest Afghanistan, with Bear on the far end to have a better location to plan when to set off the minefield.  On the other side, Cyrus was further away from Bruce than anyone else, while Tony was nearest to Bruce. 

Almost as an afterthought to all the day’s planning, Dusty asked, “Bruce, I’m thinking we ought to have at least one man much higher up on both sides.  Sure would be stupid to let someone get above us.”

Bruce grumbled, “Crap, you’re right.  Your idea, your job.  See you later.”

Cyrus, instantly seeing the sense of what Dusty had come up with, sent one of his men up on his side, also.

Even as those two men were climbing up the rough terrain, the scouts of the enemy column passed the first of the mines laid out.  Cyrus, of course, saw, as did his group—and a few of those on the other side.  He looked over the column carefully before he reported, “Bruce, for the most part, these fellows are marching four or five abreast,” then paused, smiled at the thought he’d just had, and added, “I would guess you lot from the Colonies would prefer I not use “meters” in my description, so in language you’ll understand, I would estimate they are strung out for roughly half a mile.”

Bruce chuckled.  “Thank you, Sergeant Major…I appreciate you being so kind to us of lesser intelligence.  Bear, what say you?”

“I’d say it’s gonna be a close fit.  You saw where we finished up on your end, Bruce.  So, I’d say when the lead guy in the main force—not their scouts—are about ten feet short of that spot, I pull the plug.”

Bruce replied, “Sounds good.  Cyrus, what do you think?”

“I’m not sure where he left off, but when you tell him it’s about time, if I think waiting might be a good idea, I’ll notify you of same.”

 

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