Today’s excerpt is from How
‘bout Both, Book #3 of the Bader Trilogy. The terrorists try again at the funeral of
the slain policemen to kill still more…including Elmer. Doesn’t work…again. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
As he spoke, two
of the police officers came out and held up their hands. The driver of the truck just plowed right
ahead, on through the barricades. He
knocked one of the police officers flying as he went by. He soon hit the first set of spike strips,
but kept on going, until reaching the second set. Hector ordered, “Shoot the truck.”
Two of his men
were using fifty-caliber sniper rifles with armor-piercing ammunition. They fired low into the front of the truck,
then immediately raised their sights up several inches to fire again. The first shots had punctured the radiator,
causing a catastrophic leak as the bullets had gone on through the radiator,
blowing out a large section of the rear of it, before hitting the engine block,
with little effect. Their second shots,
without water to pass through, ripped into the engine block. In a matter of less than a second, the engine
died a horrible death.
With the truck
effectively stopped, Hector was ready for the next phase of the plan. “Chopper—do your thing.”
Hector had
pre-positioned a helicopter of his to fly over the area. It was carrying a large, wire-rope
blanket-type item suspended from eight pulleys, housing a very strong wire
attached to the blanket. As the
helicopter made its move, Hector was told by one of his men he had taken a
picture of the driver, so Hector ordered, “Let’s take out the driver,” as he
aimed his own sniper rifle at the man’s forehead. He squeezed off his shot.
While he did,
Horace Housmer fired off his shot at the base of the man’s throat. Another of Hector’s men fired at his
heart. All three shots hit home. All three would have been a kill shot. Which hit home first, no one ever knew…nor
did it matter.
Ali and Simmons
were trying to figure out what had gone wrong before Ali made his decision. “Blow it.”
Simmons worked a
lever on a remote box that was homed in on the truck. Nothing happened. Ali grabbed the box. He tried the lever again, then wiggled it
around.
Meanwhile, the
helicopter swooped in, and positioned itself over the truck. It dropped the “iron blanket” as Hector
jokingly called it. When it landed on
the truck, the helicopter pushed a button, causing snips in the heads of the
pulleys to fire. In so doing, the wire
was cut, freeing the helicopter from the “iron blanket.”
As the
helicopter flew off, Ali’s gyrations finally managed to work. The truck blew up. The “iron blanket” flew up in the air a few
feet, then crashed back down. A few
pieces of the truck flew in various directions, but hit no one in the
area. One sizable piece of the truck did
somehow manage to fly up over Helen’s head, about ten feet to her right, where
it lodged in a tree.
Her cameraman
had been zeroed in on the truck while Helen kept broadcasting as the events
unfolded. When the piece of truck
slammed into the tree, Helen turned a bit, saw what had happened, then nudged
her cameraman as she pointed. When he
was getting a shot of the damaged tree, Helen calmly reported, “Hey, asshole,
you missed. Also, I note Lieutenant
Bader is standing quite unharmed at gravesite.
You want me, you’re gonna have to aim better in the future, idiot.”
Then she calmly
went back to broadcasting the events of the funeral, like nothing had
happened. As she did, one of the SWAT
team leaders said, “Nice work, Hector. I
really didn’t think the contraption on your helicopter would work so well.”
Hector
laughed. “Neither did I. My chopper pilot thought even less of
it. We just jerry-rigged it up last
night.”
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