Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Fido (Asps Series, Book #3) - One boat down, Jim has plan for the other one.

Today’s excerpt is from Fido, Book #3 of the nine-book Asps Series.  One boat blown apart, Jim has a plan for the use the remaining terrorist craft.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

As everyone started getting up out of foxholes, they slowly gathered in the area of the camp.  Just as Jim was about to speak, a massive explosion erupted, as the first of the boats blew up.  The fuel had seeped out, until finding a small smoldering piece of the boat caused by another of the claymore pellets.  Jim smiled at that.  “Guess we’re down to one boat.”

Holly, still sitting at her gun, atop the buggy she’d ridden, asked, “Did you say, ‘we’re’ down to one boat?  What do you mean ‘we’re’ down to one boat, Stanley James?”

“I’ve got an idea.  For now, Harry, Bruce, why not see if anyone is alive on the one down by the dock area…namely, the boat captain.  I’d sorta like to take him alive, fellas.”

Harry glanced up at Holly, shrugged, and drove their buggy down to the dock area, as several others followed along.  Bruce followed Harry and the others headed for the dock in his buggy, with Wendy still sitting at her gun.  Anson, Kye, Ike, and about half a dozen SAS troops were the group walking.  When they arrived, Harry and Holly had left their buggy and were boarding the ship, while Bruce and Wendy waited in their buggy.  The other group soon joined Harry and Holly aboard the vessel.  There were several wounded terrorists aboard, and they were dispatched without comment from anyone.  Holly found the captain of the boat, hiding in the wheelhouse.  She said in Spanish, “You better get up real slowly, with your hands in the air, if you expect to live much longer.”

The man looked at the Asp in Holly’s hand and nodded, as he put up his hands.  At Holly’s motion, he walked out of the pilothouse, toward the others aboard.  Ike and Kye, busy checking below decks, came upon two men, who surrendered immediately.  Not aware Holly had found the captain alive, Ike asked in Spanish, “You two al-Qaida, or part of the boat crew?”

One man answered in Spanish, “I’m part of the boat crew.”

The other one answered in very poor Spanish, “I am, too.”

Kye shot the second one and said in Arabic to the body, “We don’t like to be lied to,” before looking at the other man and asking in Spanish, “Do you want to give us the information we want, without a lot of nonsense?”

The wide-eyed man nodded and muttered, “Yes,” as Kye put a black hood on his head, turned him around, and secured his hands with plastic restraints.

 

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Latest from the Janitros, Asps, Other Books, and More Books -The Zimo Hunt (Asps Series Book #2) - Bear takes out al-Qaida bomb factory.

Today’s excerpt is from The Zimo Hunt, Book #2 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Posing as a terrorist, Bear delivers a homemade bomb to an al-Qaida bomb factory.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

The man took note of Kye at the steering wheel, but said nothing as he helped Bear carry the rest of the items into the building.  Once back inside, Bear instructed the leader, “Find a container large enough to empty the contents of all these items into.  You should have a large enough container so there is a small gap for air.  The bomb will be set off by a rifle shot to the top of the container.  The heat from the bullet going through the fumes will detonate it.  When our attack is ready, I will return and tell you where to take the bomb.  We have to get our sniper in place before we go with the bomb.  Keep extreme heat away from it as you prepare it.  Other than that, the materials are quite safe to handle.  I will be back within the hour.”

With that he left the building, even as the leader tried to ask questions.  Bear walked to the car, got in, and pointed.  “Drive.”

Kye managed not to smile as she saw two men standing inside the front door of the building, looking in their direction.  They were about three blocks away in extremely heavy traffic when there was a terrific explosion, followed by several smaller secondary explosions.  Bear just smiled.  “Oops, you make a left turn back at the last street.”

“Thanks for telling me now.  My own fault—should have paid more attention.  Must say, your bomb caught my attention.”

The site of the bomb factory was now a vacant lot, and two of the nearby buildings were flattened as well.  Several others were ruined and, even as Kye drove back to the safe house, several fires were burning in the area.  When they arrived and went inside, Bear reported, and Bruce got busy on his computer, and composing a “communiqué” from al-Qaida, lambasting the government of Pakistan and claiming responsibility for the explosion.  The communiqué carried only one name…Zimo.  The communiqué was routed through Jim’s computer, which made it totally untraceable, with the various filter programs Jim had programmed into it with the help of Bruce and Harry.

Even as Bruce was doing so, Drew and Boris were on their way in one of the cars to the al-Qaida safe house, to keep an eye on the comings and goings there.

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books,and More Books - Birth Of The Asps (Asps Series, Book #1) - Trouble finds Kye.

Today’s excerpt is from Birth Of The Asps, Book #1 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Recent widow Kye nears death of her own.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

Dusty worked his way down to a spot of concealment and set up the listening device contained in the two bags.  It was an elaborate set-up that not only listened, but also recorded.  Dusty could listen by plugging in an earphone apparatus.  The device only recorded when something was being said.  By careful aiming and tuning, Dusty was able to get the receiver pointed at a tent he determined was the headquarters tent, after listening in on various conversations from various points.

After two hours of listening, and being amazed at what he was hearing, Dusty popped out the tape of what he’d heard and put in a new one.  Then he started working his way back to Kye.  To avoid making noise or giving away his presence in any manner, the going was slow, but he carefully worked his way back toward her.

Meanwhile, Kye had also been busy.  She’d brought along a pad and pen in the pocket of her leotards and had been busy sketching out a map of the camp’s layout, which was fully visible to her from the vantage point where Dusty had left her.

She was so intent on what she was doing that she didn’t see or hear the machete-armed man who was walking down the path from the original direction she and Dusty had approached the camp.

He, on the other hand, was observant enough to accidentally spot Kye.  He quietly left the trail and approached her from behind.  Just as he raised his machete, Kye somehow sensed his presence and turned, reaching for her Asp as she did so.  She realized she’d never be fast enough, and resigned herself to joining her husband in death.

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Assassin I Am (More Books) - Fred's plane attacked.

Today’s excerpt is another from new release Assassin I Am, featuring new characters Fred Dupree and Rosemary Williams.  The plane assigned to take them West is attacked.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

NOTE:  This book is now available at Amazon’s Kindle Book Store, but is not yet up on the below web site.  Should be up in a few more days.

 

When they reached the airport, the pilots were already there.  After fast introductions, Fred and Rosemary loaded up their belongings—including one item from the trunk that Rosemary had not previously seen, but had an idea of what it was.  After everything was aboard, Fred drove his car back to a parking lot.  By the time he returned, the pilots had the engines warmed up and, after he closed the door, the plane taxied to the runway.  As it started its rollout for takeoff, things started to happen, most of which—in the short term—were very unfavorable to those aboard the plane.

Five terrorists on the far side of the runway opened fire.  They had placed themselves there, since they had no idea which plane Fred would board.  They had not opened fire earlier because, from their location, the distance to the plane didn’t offer the likelihood of success in taking out Fred, their target.

Two of the men had been instructed to concentrate fire on the landing gear of the plane, while two others were told to fire at the cabin area.  The last shooter, the leader of the pack of descendants of the devil, fired at the cockpit.  The two firing at the landing gear were the only ones to have real success.  They managed to collapse one landing gear, and degrade the other one.  The result was that the plane flopped on one side before the second gear gave way. 

Realizing they were being fired upon—and feeling the plane tilting to one side—the pilots shut down the engines, but not before the plane spun more than halfway around, and was facing one of the hangars at the airport.  As it screeched to a stop, Fred grabbed the new-to-Rosemary item, handed it to her, then picked up his laptop.  He did so on his way to the cockpit to yell, “Hey—you two okay?”

One of the pilots answered, “Yeah—get the hell off.  We’re shutting down a few things and will be behind you in about ten seconds.”

Fred went back to the door and pushed an emergency door opening device that, in effect, blew the door open and out of the way.  He glanced at Rosemary, who had slung her long-strapped purse over her shoulder and picked up her own laptop.  He pointed.  “Run for that tractor-looking thing.  Keep the case I gave you in front of you, chest-high.  With luck it’ll protect you in front—I’ll cover your back by running right behind you.  Get.”

Rosemary did as told, and was running full-speed, with Fred a step behind, when the plane exploded.  They had only gone about thirty feet by then and were both flung down and forward.  Rosemary landed on the case Fred had given her, and Fred landed on top of her.  After a ‘joyride’ of about ten feet, they stopped.  Fred reached to help Rosemary, but she was already up and running again, so he followed along.

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Assassin I Am (More Books) - Dear Reader page.

Today’s excerpt is the Dear Reader page from Assassin I Am, featuring new characters Fred Dupree and Rosemary Williams.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

NOTE:  This book is now available at Amazon’s Kindle Book Store, but is not yet up on the below web site.  Should be up in a few more days.

 

Dear Reader

 

Assassin I Am features three new characters who are, in time, joined by some old friends familiar to my readers.  Fred Dupree and Rosemary Williams work under the direction of Harvey Puckett, as they set out to eliminate several al-Qaida affiliated imams, and also attempt to track down an al-Qaida bombmaker.  The bombmaker is in America to teach his craft to others and start a major campaign to destabilize the U.S.  After Fred and Rosemary are joined by these old friends, the group then uncovers a major al-Qaida plot to set up the Caliphate of America.  While such a plot would certainly be doomed to ultimate failure, the widespread death and destruction it could cause would change our way of life for years to come.

 

 

Dedication

 

My friend Frank’s daughter Christina

 

 

Forward

With our borders wide open to the hordes of people crossing into the U.S., there’s no telling how many are Islamist terrorists.  We do know several imams in this country are anti-American.  With converts to the Islamist terrorist cause added to those crossing the borders, the groundwork for major terrorist operations has been laid, and at some point we are going to be dealt a severe blow if stepped-up attention isn’t paid to the situation.  This book offers an implausible solution, but one that may need to be used in the future (the setting of this book).

 

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Dear Readers, sorry I've missed a couple of days...had a heart issue. Will be back Monday...hoepefully.

Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Sedona Chip (Janitors Series, Book #9) - Sarah Jane has some fun weith spy.

Today’s excerpt is from, Sedona Chip, Book #9 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  Alerted by Drew and Boris to expect a visitor, Sarah Jane has some fun with the French spy.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

As those in the Hollins/Telman compound—as Jim had started calling the connected homes—were having a late-night steak dinner, prepared by Drew, Luc Rapp was on his way back to the construction site.  Driving without lights, he nearly wrecked his SUV, but managed to find his parking spot and put on his defective night vision goggles.  Realizing that he couldn’t see anything using them, he took the goggles off and swore.

With his camera that wouldn’t take worthwhile pictures—if he got inside the building—Rapp set out on foot, using the sparse moonlight of less than a quarter moon.  Sarah Jane was sitting in her tent, watching the monitor of the sensors Boris and Drew had put out, when she saw a green blip.  She scanned the chart, as Drew had shown her how to do the first day of her unit’s arrival, and headed in the direction of Gunnery Sergeant Murphy, who was her nearest sentry to the intruder’s location.  As she walked up to him, he put his finger to his lips and whispered, “We have a guest, ma’am.”

“I know.  Let’s just scare him off.  Think of a reason to shoot in his direction, then we’ll talk loudly enough for him to hear.”

It took the Gunnery Sergeant only a second before he said, rather loudly, “Uh, ma’am, there’s something out there.  May just be a coyote.”

Rapp froze.

“Well, maybe you should shoot a few rounds in that direction and scare it off.”

Rapp was on his knees as it was.  Now he turned and started crawling off, as fast as he could.

Sarah Jane, who was wearing night vision goggles—as was Gunnery Sergeant Murphy—almost giggled as he complained, “Ma’am, I kill a damned coyote and the tree-huggers or the like will be all over me…and us.”

“If you kill something, we’ll just bury it.  Fire at will, Gunny.”

Rapp was crawling as fast as he could without making a large racket.  The first shot kicked up dust to his left, just missing his hand.  The second shot nearly hit his right hand.  The third shot was between his legs and kicked up dust under his crawling body.

He didn’t even hear Sarah Jane say, “That’s enough.”

But he also didn’t hear any more shots, nor did any more dust kick up.  As soon as he felt it safe, he was on his feet, half-running toward his SUV.

Both Sarah Jane and Gunnery Sergeant Murphy could both see and hear him.  They both managed to hold in the laughter they both felt.  All the Marines on duty were wearing communication sets.  Sarah Jane turned hers on.  “Don’t be alarmed, guys.  Gunny just spotted a coyote and scared him off.”

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Devil's Brew (Janitors Series, Book #8) - Wendy wounded while taking off.

Today’s excerpt is from, Devil’s Brew, Book #8 of the Janitors Series.  Wendy wounded on takeoff with the temporary base under fire.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

By that time Wendy had her engines revved up enough to start her take off.  Just as the plane was about to leave the strip, an explosion near the front of the plane blew a hole in the side.

Wendy grunted, but continued with her take off.  Once airborne she looked to her right.  “Holly, take over.  I’m hit.”

Holly immediately took control of the plane as Wendy stripped off her flight suit.   Down to only bra and panties, she took the first aid kit offered by Holly and quickly wrapped her leg, after placing a compress under the bandage.   Meanwhile, Brent did a fast job of scanning his instruments and found no signs of a serious problem.  Then he ran forward to check out the hole in the side of the plane.  It was very small and he saw no dangling wires or other signs of damage.  He then headed back to his work area, but not before taking time to glance at Wendy standing there in her scant outfit and admiring her physique.  That admiring glance out of the way, he quickly got to his instruments to check for any damage to the flight characteristics of the plane.

When Brent got out of her way, Wendy reached behind her seat and started putting on a spare flight suit she had stored there.  Once that was on, she used her original flight suit to clean up the blood on her seat, then got in it.  “Okay, Holly, I got her.”

Holly glanced over and replied, “You sure you’re okay to fly?”

“What-in-the-hell else am I gonna do?  I sure can’t dance right now.”

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asp, Other Books, and More Books - Dead Silent Calm (Janitors Series, Book #7) - Drew and Boris just make it out of China before being discovered.

Today’s excerpt is from, Dead Silent Calm, Book #7 of the Janitors Series.  Drew and Boris safely out of China just in time, and they let Jim know they found what they went there to find.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

Back in China, Boris and Drew were just boarding their plane for the planned return trip to Japan—the cover story being that they would meet Steve there since he was involved in the “movie” preparations with Joyce.

Just as the plane was taxing down the runway for take-off, a high-ranking member of the Chinese intelligence community was routinely going over pictures of arriving “guests” to China when he spotted the pictures of Boris and Drew.  He jumped up from his desk and screamed at his nearest aide, “Come over here!  Now!  Do you know who these two are?”

The aide took the offered pictures and replied, “No, sir.”

“You are looking at two of the greatest spies of our lifetimes!  Boris Telman and Andrew F. Hollins!  Telman was KGB, known as the ‘Ghost’ since only a handful of people knew who he really was until the so-called ‘Cold War’ between the Soviet Union and America dissolved.  Hollins was CIA.  Both have now ‘retired,’ or so everyone has been led to believe.  Them coming here together, using false names, is clear proof that they have not retired.  Just exactly what they are doing working together I have no idea, but I plan to find out.  You, now, this instant, will work on nothing else.  Find out where they are staying and any information you can find out about the cover story of their visit!”

“Yes, sir.”

·         

As the aide hurried off, Boris and Drew were getting comfortable in the First Class section of their airliner for their trip to Tokyo, before heading to Atsugi to await the rest of the team, and Drew was sending a laptop message to Steve—which was in reality intended for Jim. 

The message simply read:  “Perfect site found.  Looking forward to seeing you when you return to Japan.”

When Steve received the expected message, he handed his laptop to Jim.  “Looks like we’re a go.”

Jim read the message and nodded.  “So it would seem.”

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - The Saltwater Connection (Janitors Series, Book #6) - Dan and Janet pass photo of terrorist suspect to Jim.

Today’s excerpt is from, The Saltwater Connection, Book #6 of the Janitors Series.  Dan and Janet get the first real lead on who is kidnapping women in the U.S. and forward a picture of a man believed to be involved to Jim.  Jim in turn seeks the help of Mossad.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

A matter of minutes later, Jim was talking to Benjamin (Ben) Schiller, the number two man in the Mossad—the Israeli lead intelligence organization.  “Ben, we just e-mailed you a picture.  We’re gonna run it through our computer, looking for a match, but thought you might have a clue as to who the guy is and, if not, you could run it through your computer.”

“Okay, Jim.  Hold on while I check the e-mail.”

Less than a minute later, Ben was back on the line.  “Search over.  Where is this jackass?”

“The picture was taken in Los Angeles.  Who is he?”

“One Mahfouz Atif, a well-known member of Hamas.  We deported him about a year ago.  He was one of those idiots holed up with Arafat when we blew his headquarters all to hell.  Mossad wanted to eliminate those guys one at a time with ‘accidents’ once they were living at their final destinations.  The PM said no.”

“Doesn’t sound like the Prime Minister I know and love.  Why the reluctance?”

“Politics.  Anyhow, we were keeping close tabs on the whole bunch of them.  Atif slipped away.  The young agent assigned to watch him is now cleaning toilets in Mossad headquarters, and she will continue to do so for the foreseeable future.”

Jim chuckled.  “Seems you guys are big on cleaning toilets.”

“Come again?”

“I seem to remember you being threatened with the same sentence when you withheld a piece of information concerning me in the not-too-distant past.”

“Oh, yeah.  Anyhow, again, you have a nasty piece of work on your hands in this guy.  Make every effort to ‘nail’ him.  In fact, I’ll offer some help if you can get it cleared with the brass in Washington.”

“Thanks for the offer, but for now I think we’ll try it on our own.  If I need help, I’ll call…with approval of the aforementioned brass.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.  Talk to you later.”

“Right.  Let me know if you get him.  See ya.”

After ending the call, Jim looked around at his team and sighed.  “His name’s Mahfouz Atif.  He’s Hamas.”

Drew nodded and frowned.  “Shit.”

Boris Telman, an ex-KGB agent who had opted to retire in the U.S. and wound up becoming a member of the Janitors, shook his head.  “Hamas running around here doing bad things was to be expected, I presume.  But this is not a happy development in the ‘war on terror.’  I think we best corral this lad—without delay—and ask him a few not-too-polite questions.”

Jim nodded.  “Okay, let’s do some more brainstorming.  First, I better call Dan Orf back and bring him up to date and let him know what he’s up against…warn him to proceed with caution.”

Jim called Dan.  “Dan, old pal, you’ve got yourself into a shit storm.  The guy in the picture you sent is a Hamas terrorist.”

“That complicates things, I’d say.  I had a sick feeling he might be something like that, from the looks of him.  Got any suggestions, or advice?”

“Dan, why don’t you sit tight for the next little bit and let us kick it around here.  Maybe we can work together on this, if you’re game.”

“I’m game.  Dealing with terrorists is something I’m not experienced with…in my present surroundings.  Do you have any ideas what these guys are doing with the women?”

“None that I like.  For now that question really isn’t key.  What we’ve got to do is try to anticipate what their next move’ll be.  How about I get back to you in the morning?”

“Sounds good.  Talk to you later.”

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - The Tickleton Affari (Janitors Series) - Dan and Janet get new gig.

Today’s excerpt is from, The Tickleton Affair, Book #5 of the Janitors Series.  Dan and Janet get a new assignment in the middle of their vacation.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

Mark and Mary Yomo were still in bed when their hosts, Dan and Janet Orf, woke up.  The Yomo’s were spending two weeks as houseguests of their friends in the Los Angeles area.  The previous year, the Orf’s had visited them in Honolulu in what had become an annual ritual of the four friends.

Mark was a detective lieutenant with the Honolulu Police Department, while his “long-suffering” wife of twenty-five years, Mary, had raised their two children.  In their mid-forties, they were of an age with Dan, while Janet was the baby of the foursome…just turned thirty.

Daniel Orf was the head investigator for Gold Rush Insurance and had met both Mark and Janet on a case in Hawaii three years previously.  After he and Janet had gotten married, she had applied at Gold Rush for a job in the investigative department.  Dan refused to hire her on his own—not wanting nepotism charges to be hurled around—but had introduced her to the company’s president, who hired her on after a twenty-minute interview.  She was now considered one of the very best investigators at Gold Rush.

Just as Mark and Mary walked into the expansive living room of the Orf home, the phone rang.  Dan answered, “Orf.”

Five minutes after the call from Nancy Knight informing Gold Rush Insurance of the happenings in Sedona the previous night, and he had made a call for additional information, the president of the company sighed and knew that, as much as he hated to do it—and not for the first time—he was going to have to call Dan in off vacation.

Dan listened stoically as he was filled in.  When told that only one pilot for the president’s private jet was available, Dan muttered, “Janet can fly right seat, though she’d rather fly left.  Courier the files to the plane and give them to Marty.  And thanks for asking ‘please’.”

After Dan hung up, he looked sadly at the other three in the room.  “Party’s over.  We’ve got a hot one.  Seems that a guy we have insured, by the name of Arnold Buchanan, nearly got himself blown up last night at a house of his in Sedona, Arizona.  We’ve got him, his two houses (one now kaput), his business, and his right-hand man…make that right-hand gal…insured.  Hell, the policy on her alone is for a cool million bucks.  We’ve even got some damn thing there covered that is so secret we don’t know what it is—go figure.  Evidently they have the guy who did it.  He shot Buchanan’s dog and tried to shoot Buchanan, before Buchanan beat the shit out of him with a baseball bat.  Made a vegetable outta the guy.”

Janet frowned.  “I take it we’re heading off to Sedona in the near future.”

“Yeah, honey.  Sorry, folks…you know how this business is.”

Mark nodded.  “At least this time it isn’t my fault.”

Mary burst out laughing.  “For the first time in twenty-five years.”

Mark rolled his eyes as Dan smiled.  “Funny thing about the guy who got the shit knocked outta him.  The boss called for more details after Buchanan’s right-hand called.  Her name, by the way, is Nancy something-or-other…”

Janet couldn’t help herself.  “Is that Miss or Mrs. something-or-other?”

“Funny, wife.  Real funny.  Anyhow, as I was about to say, the damn guy with his brains beat out—literally, by the way—doesn’t have any fingerprints.  His hands are smooth as a baby’s butt.  So nobody knows who in the hell he is, and aren’t likely to find out anytime soon.”

Mark got a funny look on his face.  “You say the no prints guy blew up the house?”

“Seems that way.”

Mary gave a suspicious look in the direction of her husband.  “Here it comes.  I’ve got six days of vacation left, and I bet I get to go home alone.”

Mark got a guilty look and sighed.  “Honey, I know a bomber without prints.  I’d be home in a day or two.”

Dan grinned.  “Uh, Mary…it seems like it would be a big help to know who this guy is.”

Mary looked at Janet for help, saw she wasn’t going to get any, and grumbled, “Go.  I’ll fly on home and light my ever-present candle and put it in the window for you.  And don’t any one of the three of you say you’ll make it up to me.  It can’t be done—not after twenty-five years of this stuff.  I say this very reluctantly, but I do understand.”

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Toboggan (Janitors Series, Book #4) - Nick and Phyllis get ready to head downhill after riding their section of the wrecked plane part way down.

Today’s excerpt is from, Toboggan, Book #4 of the Janitors Series.  Nick and Phyllis “outfit” themselves for the trek in front of them from their section of the plane that had carried them partway down the mountain.  They, of course, have no way of knowing the two escaped hoodlums are heading up the very mountain they plan to head down.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

Further up the mountain from Tony and Frank, Nick and Phyllis were finding the going difficult as the snow pelted down.  Before starting downhill, Nick had organized things the best he could.  First, he saw the overhead storage section (from above their seats) where it had landed when it tore loose after they hit the last tree.  In it he found his carry-on piece of luggage and eight blankets.  He spread one of the blankets and dumped out his soft folding-type duffel, resembling a large gym bag.  From the pile of clothing there, he tossed Phyllis a heavy duty t-shirt.  “Better put that on over your blouse.  I don’t have anything with long sleeves in here, so your arms will still be exposed, but at least you’ll be somewhat warmer.”

Then he looked at her feet, which were clad only in toeless sandals, and handed her a pair of his socks.  As she put them on, he opened the end of his bag and took out a pair of walking shoes.  After she put the sandals back on, he said, “Try to put these on over your sandals.”

“Are you kidding me?”

He smiled.  “Just try it.  Your feet’ll freeze trooping through the snow in those sandals.”

Phyllis did as told and was surprised that her feet and sandals fit inside the shoes.  Snugly, but fit nonetheless.  She smiled.  “I’m gonna feel like a geek walking around like this.”

“Better than frozen feet.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

He then took the bag over to the galley section of the plane, where the liquor locker had split open from the impact with the tree.  Bottles of various types of alcohol were strewn about.  He asked, “Phyllis, how do you feel about picking up all this booze and putting it in the bag?”

“Great, if I can drink one first.”

“Good idea, I’ll join you.  Might warm us up a bit.”

After they both consumed the drink of their choice, Nick started looking around for anything else they could use as Phyllis dutifully picked up all the bottles of alcohol she could find.  She also picked up several loose bags of nuts.

Nick spotted a piece of fuselage about sixteen inches wide and three feet long.  It was curved so that both ends would be off the snow if it were used as a sled.  Deciding that would be perfect for the bag rapidly filling up with small bottles, Nick searched other pieces of wreckage and found coated wire cables.  He was able to cut those to the length he desired by using jagged edges of the torn fuselage lying about.  When he had what he wanted, he used the heel of the Western boots he wore to pound out any sharp edges on his “sled” to make it safe in case it ran up on whoever was pulling it.  Then he tied some of the wire on the “front” of the sled, to be used as pull rope.  Next he repeated the process at the “rear” end of the sled.

When Phyllis announced that she had packed all the liquor bottles she could find, Nick stacked six of the seven still-folded blankets on the sled, then put the “booze bag” (as he called it) on next.  Then he stood back and thought a minute.

After that pause in activity he cut a few shorter pieces of the wire to sizes he thought would work for what he had in mind.  With a smile on his face, he put a pair of his jockey shorts on Phyllis’ head, pulled them tight, and tied them off with a short piece of wire, forming a hat.

She giggled.  “You really expect me to wear your underpants on my head?”

As he made a similar “hat” for himself, Nick answered. “Your head.  Take it off if you want, but in case you hadn’t noticed, we have some unfriendly looking clouds bearing down on us and I predict snow before too awfully long…in fact, those little white things look suspiciously like snowflakes already.”

Phyllis turned and looked in the direction Nick had been looking when he said that and announced, “My new hat stays.  Thank you very much for giving me the shirt off your back and now the pants off your butt.”

“You’re welcome.”

Nick then picked up his last two pairs of socks from his pile of belongings and handed one pair to Phyllis.  “Enjoy your new mittens.”

Next he draped one of the two blankets not on the sled around her shoulders, stopped, then stood back.  “Just a minute…I have an idea.”

He then took the blanket off her, grabbed it by the middle and walked over to the jagged edge he had used to cut the wire.  Using a sawing motion, he soon cut a hole about six inches in diameter in the middle of the blanket.  Now he walked back to Phyllis and forced it over her head.  Then he created folds that she could put her arms into, but still have freedom of movement if she wanted or needed it.  Next he tied a piece of his pre-cut wire around her midsection.

She grinned.  “I love it, thanks.  You’ll make somebody a good wife.”

 

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Latest from the Janitorsl, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - Dog Pound (Janitors Series, Book #3) - Kidnappers furthering their plans.

Today’s excerpt is from, Dog Pound, Book #3 of the Janitors Series.  Bad guys making their plans.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

“Good idea, I like it.  You good on motorcycles?”

“Yeah, used to race ‘em.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Not something I talk about very much.  It was what I wanted to do with my life before the lure of easy money got to me.  About the bike, I’d like to get one soon so I can go up there and check it out.  We’ll need something to haul it in.  I’m sure I can stash it up there somewhere.  I guess the car I use will be a throw-away.”

“You guess correctly.  We’ll lift one for you just before the drop.  With the bike idea, you can leave the hot car when you switch over to the bike.”

“Have the drop guy put the dough in a backpack.  Ah…what about a homing device?  Do you think I should look for one before I get on the bike?”

“Not to worry.  There won’t be one.”

“How do you know that?”

“Like I said, ‘inside help.’  The deal is all set.  After I make the grab and get away with her, we’re all set except for the pick-up.  There’s gonna be cops involved on that.  I won’t lie to you about it.  My grab and your pick-up are the only dangerous things in this deal.”

“How much total?”

“A lot.”

“Dale, how much?”

Dale looked hard at Jerry, then said, “Five mil.”

“What!  And I only get fifty grand!”

“Okay, Jerry, I’ll go a hundred thousand, but no more.  My part of it is only a million, and out of that I have to pay you and two other guys who’ll help with the snatch.  Plus, I’ve got all the expenses to cover.”

“I could do the grab with you and you wouldn’t need the other two guys.”

“You can’t do the snatch, baby-sit the broad, and do the pick-up.”

“So it’s a woman…who?”

“I told you, you don’t need to know.”

“I’ll know when it hits the news.”

“Ah, shit.  Okay, it’s Billie Jo Lane.”

“Are you crazy?!  Billie Jo friggin’ Lane!  You’re certifiable!  You must have just gotten out of the nut house!  You’ll have the whole world down on us!  Billie Jo friggin’ Lane!  Crap!”

“Easy, Jerry.  You think anybody would pay five million for Miss Poppy Seed?”

“Dale, she’ll have an army guarding her.  Probably ex-special ops-type guys.”

“Covered.  Not to worry, the plan is reasonable.  We have a good chance to pull it off.  Besides, you aren’t involved in the snatch.”

“I bet you get your ass shot off trying this one.  I’ll settle for the hundred grand and try to figure out how to avoid half the law enforcement people in Hawaii after I do the pick up…if there is a pick-up.”

“Good, that’s settled.  How much d’ya think a dirt bike will cost?”

“I should be able to get one I’d depend on for three thousand or so.  One I can buy in any name and leave no tracks.  But we still hafta get it there, and a truck to haul it in would leave tracks—unless we lift one—and that’d be a risk this much in front of the job.”

Dale went back to his trusty duffel bag, took out five thousand dollars, and handed it to Jerry.  “Be sure you get one that’s dependable.  Let me think about the truck; I’ll come up with something.  Now, you’d better get out of here and find yourself a place to stay.  Call me in the morning.”

Jerry stood up and shook Dale’s hand.  “Okay, ‘til tomorrow.  Thanks for letting me in on this…I think.”

 

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Latest from the Janitors, Asps, Other Books, and More Books - SNEAK PREVIEW Assassin I Am (More Books)

Today’s excerpt is a SNEAK PREVIEW of Assassin I Am, a standalone book featuring new hero Fred Dupree, and assisted by old friends Jim Scott and Hector Garcia.  Rosemary finds out Fred very able when it comes to dealing with terrorists.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

NOTE:  This book is in the process of being formatted before being placed on Amazon’s Kindle Book Store.  Should be up within the week.

 

When they reached the airport, the pilots were already there.  After fast introductions, Fred and Rosemary loaded up their belongings—including one item from the trunk that Rosemary had not previously seen, but had an idea of what it was.  After everything was aboard, Fred drove his car back to a parking lot.  By the time he returned, the pilots had the engines warmed up and, after he closed the door, the plane taxied to the runway.  As it started its rollout for takeoff, things started to happen, most of which—in the short term—were very unfavorable to those aboard the plane.

Five terrorists on the far side of the runway opened fire.  They had placed themselves there, since they had no idea which plane Fred would board.  They had not opened fire earlier because, from their location, the distance to the plane didn’t offer the likelihood of success in taking out Fred, their target.

Two of the men had been instructed to concentrate fire on the landing gear of the plane, while two others were told to fire at the cabin area.  The last shooter, the leader of the pack of descendants of the devil, fired at the cockpit.  The two firing at the landing gear were the only ones to have real success.  They managed to collapse one landing gear, and degrade the other one.  The result was that the plane flopped on one side before the second gear gave way. 

Realizing they were being fired upon—and feeling the plane tilting to one side—the pilots shut down the engines, but not before the plane spun more than halfway around, and was facing one of the hangars at the airport.  As it screeched to a stop, Fred grabbed the new-to-Rosemary item, handed it to her, then picked up his laptop.  He did so on his way to the cockpit to yell, “Hey—you two okay?”

One of the pilots answered, “Yeah—get the hell off.  We’re shutting down a few things and will be behind you in about ten seconds.”

Fred went back to the door and pushed an emergency door opening device that, in effect, blew the door open and out of the way.  He glanced at Rosemary, who had slung her long-strapped purse over her shoulder and picked up her own laptop.  He pointed.  “Run for that tractor-looking thing.  Keep the case I gave you in front of you, chest-high.  With luck it’ll protect you in front—I’ll cover your back by running right behind you.  Get.”

Rosemary did as told, and was running full-speed, with Fred a step behind, when the plane exploded.  They had only gone about thirty feet by then and were both flung down and forward.  Rosemary landed on the case Fred had given her, and Fred landed on top of her.  After a ‘joyride’ of about ten feet, they stopped.  Fred reached to help Rosemary, but she was already up and running again, so he followed along.

The plane was in several pieces, none of which landed on Fred as he was covering Rosemary.  The rear of the cabin area and the tail flew in the direction of the shooters.  The cockpit—and very little else—was hurled seventy-five feet toward the hangar it had been pointed at.  Not much else of the plane was in large pieces, except the outer third of each wing.

Stunned themselves at what had happened, the shooters missed the chance to fire at Fred before he was out of range of their weapons.  The leader of the terrorists told his four men to give chase, while he would get their car, and hopefully circle around behind Fred and Rosemary.  The four men charged forward, firing as they ran.  Their fire had no effect, because they were gaining little ground on their two targets.

Rosemary reached the tractor-like vehicle (used to tow planes) first and had the case Fred had given her opened.  She was assembling the rifle inside by the time Fred slid down behind their temporary safe haven.  He gave Rosemary a funny look as he took the weapon and finished assembling it.  He handed Rosemary his handgun and muttered, “Watch our backs.  You see anyone, just point at them and fire,” before he loaded the rifle and turned to fire.

The terrorists were no match for the sniper rifle—especially in the hands of an expert.  It took Fred exactly four shots to kill the four men running toward him and Rosemary.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the car barreling down at them.  He took careful aim and fired through the front windshield, killing the last of the terrorists.

 

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