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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