Today’s excerpt is from Monster’s
Palance, a stand alone book featuring new hero, Navy Senior Chief Petty
Officer and SEAL Clyde Feegle…Jim Scott, Hector Garcia and other former
Janitors lend a hand, also. Clyde, his
team, a CIA Agent, a DEA Agent, and a Delta Force unit conduct a raid in
Mexico. Another DEA Agent working
undercover leads them and they find a ton of drug money. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
George was very quiet as he followed the other four, until
they could see the house and cars through the trees. When there, Clyde called a halt and
whispered, “Harry, you around someplace?”
“Yes. We’re situated
in front of the house. We’re fanned out
and can see four targets hanging round the front porch. Can’t see you.”
“You’re not supposed to see us, Captain. Mitch, Dick, and I’ll work our way around the
back and see what’s there. We’ll leave
Merrill and fumble foot here.”
Merrill nodded.
“Yeah, go ahead, Clyde. I’ll try
to keep good old ‘I ain’t no virgin” safe from any evil-doers.”
George asked, “You guys sure you took a good look at the
pictures I had of Jack?”
Clyde grumbled, “No, George—we’ll just shoot everyone
inside.”
Without further comment, Clyde, Mitch, and Dick headed off
to get behind the house. When they got
there, they saw two men on a small rear porch.
Clyde shook his head as one of the presumed “rear-door guards” was
whittling a stick; the other was sound asleep in a chair, with his head resting
on a railing next to him.
Clyde whispered, “Harry got two back here, so we only have
four inside—and one of them is the good guy.
Silent count of three, let’s take out the ones we can see.”
No one replied, as Harry already had his men select a target
and knew three seconds hence four men would die. All six did at the end of the silent count,
as Mitch and Dick each took their shot about the same time as the Delta Force
men did.
Harry and one of his men hurried toward the front door, with
the other three holding back to watch their backs, in case anyone unexpected
showed up. In the rear, Clyde and Dick
headed for the door, while Mitch watched their backs.
Since everyone was using silenced weapons, no one inside had
any idea the six outside were now dead.
When Harry and his man went through the door, they saw only one man…who
very obviously was not Agent Jack Turner, so he died.
Clyde and Dick saw no one as they went through the back door,
but the floor under them squeaked, and one of the drug dealer’s men called out,
asking who had come in when they were supposed to be on watch. His words directed Clyde and Dick to the
right doorway. They went to it, and saw
three men. Both immediately recognized
Jack Turner as, using Spanish, Clyde ordered, “Freeze or die.” Neither drug dealer froze. Both died.
Clyde looked at Jack Turner.
“Agent Turner, I presume?”
“If I’m not, you made a helluva mistake. I really wanted to take the bozo to my left
alive.”
Clyde frowned. “Yeah,
so did I—but not bad enough to risk dying.
That is one big gun he was about to point in my direction.”
As Jack nodded, Clyde muttered, “If you can hear me,
Merrill, come on in. We’re secure here.”
“I can hear you. The virgin
and I are on the way.”
“Stuff it, you CIA flunky.”
Harry was smiling as he took a look into the room where
Clyde, Mitch, and Jack stood. Then he
glanced at his man. “Check this place
out for whatever.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jack looked around the room.
“Somewhere in this place you should find one helluva lot of dough. My cover has been that of a money
washer. I washed a couple of million for
‘em and was invited out here to talk to the big man about their ‘real money’.”
The soldier Harry had dispatched heard—even though Jack
wasn’t wearing a communication device.
“Captain, I found a door leading to something, but I smell booby-trap.”
Clyde answered for Harry, “On my way—stand fast.”
When Clyde got to the man, he looked the door over and
grumbled, “Good catch…now get outta here, in case I mess up.”
Clyde routinely stored a small “anti-booby-trap” kit aboard
the C-130 they used. It was attached to
his back by a belt. He undid the belt
and dug into his pouch. In no time he
had the booby-trap deactivated and the door open. He called out, “Found your money, Agent
Turner.”
The soldier who found the door, Harry, and Mitch were
already in the room, with Jack just outside the door. Clyde just shook his head at the four of them
as he muttered, “At least Captain Londoff has some sense.”
Merrill walked in and joked, “No sense, just outside calling
his guys with the buggies. From the
looks of what you found, I’d say he better call for another buggy.”
“I heard that, Agent Hinzpeter…including your statement
about my lack of sense. I’ll get another
buggy rolling.”
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