Friday, November 6, 2015

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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