Today’s excerpt is from Monster’s
Palace, a standalone action/adventure book featuring new hero Clyde
Feegle. Clyde and team parachute down
inside Costa Rica to rescue kidnapped DEA agent. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
When the jet reached the coordinates of the GPS signal—which
they were now picking up—Merrill had the plane overfly the site with a very
expensive infrared system aboard, showing only six signatures. Merrill told the pilot to start a long circle
around, for the parachute drop. In was
full dark, with very little moonlight.
Even as he went back to the cabin, he knew the jump would be a bit
dicey, but only reported, “Six signatures—so we’re only dealing with five guys,
if she’s one of the six.”
Clyde nodded, “Let’s get ready to jump. With only five—or at the worst, six—Mitch,
you and Dick with rifles. Merrill and
I’ll go in without them. George, we’ll
see you when you arrive with our transportation. Bring a stretcher, in case she’s in bad
shape. By the way, what’s her name?”
“Reyna Ballesteros.
Good luck, fellas—and thanks.”
Two minutes later, all four of the jumpers were on their way
to the ground. All were wearing night
vision goggles, so managed to avoid getting hung up in any of the trees in the
area. Clyde had a good idea which way to
go, but Mitch checked the direction of the GPS signal and led the way on point,
while Dick took the rearguard position, with Merrill and Clyde in the
middle. As they neared the small
building they sought, Mitch held up his hand.
The others closed on him. They could see one man standing outside, next
to a ramshackle car, drinking from a bottle of liquor.
Clyde muttered, “Oh, for God’s sake—would you look at that
idiot? Mitch, we’ll work our way
around. When I flick my comm set
speaker, end his miserable life, please.”
Mitch chuckled. “You
got, it, Clyde.”
When Clyde, Dick, and Merrill were in place at the
house—after having determined there was only one door—Clyde gave the signal to
Mitch. Less than three seconds later,
the man in front of the building was dead.
Even as Mitch started moving closer to the house, the other three burst
through the front door. Their intent had
been to take one man alive, and they managed to take all four. On seeing three men with weapons pointed at
them, all had put their hands in the air.
One of the men glanced from one to the other two of his men
and muttered, “Now.”
The other three died even as they started to reach for their
guns. Clyde was all over the obvious
leader of the group in a flash, knocking his gun from his hand before smacking
him in the side of the head with his own weapon. Certain the man was no threat, Clyde growled,
“Dick, watch this asshole. Come on, Merril—let’s
look for Miss Ballesteros.”
They found her in a bedroom, tied spread-eagled to a bed,
hands and feet tied to the four corners.
Her clothing was mostly torn off.
Clyde noticed her left arm and right leg were both broken. She had been beaten in several places on her
body (including her face), and lastly he noticed semen seeping out of her. He nearly turned around to go kill their
captive, brutally, but kept himself together.
As he pulled his knife to cut her free, he growled, “Merrill, find some
clean linen or something to make compresses, then soak them in cold water and
come in and work on her cuts and bruises, while I start on her arm and leg.”
Merrill, who was about to throw up, was only too happy to go
elsewhere. After Clyde cut her free, one
puffed eye slowly opened and she muttered, “Shoot me, please. Just kill me.”
“No deal, Reyna.
You’re too good for that. I’ll do
my best to fix you up, then we’ll get you some proper attention.”
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