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Today’s excerpt is from Billy’s Rescue, Book #7 of the nine-book Asps Series.  After his escape, Billy heads to where he hoped a buggy would be waiting.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

By the time Hector Garcia’s son reached the end of the tunnel, then walked out of the cave, he was getting very tired, but decided to keep on until he reached the buggy he knew would be waiting for him.  In addition to being tired, his ribs ached, his fingers hurt, plus his sore leg was getting worse, the further he walked.  Also, he still couldn’t see out of his left eye, but carry on he did.  After a little more than an hour, he found the buggy.  He slumped in the driver’s seat with a sigh of relief.  After another sigh—with a look around, hoping to see another Asp—he started the buggy, then drove off. 

The vegetation in the area was quite damp, especially so at night.  That—plus the buggies being virtually silent—Jack, twenty feet from on his makeshift bedroll, didn’t hear the buggy leave.  He thought he might have heard something, but he was preoccupied with the task at hand.  He had been a total of thirty feet from the buggy because he didn’t want to defecate near his bedroll.  When Jack finished, he cleaned himself, pulled his pants up, and went back to his bed.  While defecating, he had raised his night vision gear.  Now, with it back in place as he headed back to get some more sleep, he noticed the buggy was gone.  He swore as he called Bruce, who was sound asleep on the C-130.  Bruce glanced at the display panel on his phone before he mumbled, “Sure hope you have good news for me, Jack.”

“Oh, hell, no—I don’t.  I was off in the brush taking a dump when someone—hopefully Billy—drove off with the buggy.”

In spite of the seriousness of the matter, Bruce busted out laughing.  He laughed so hard, he woke three of the other Asps.  “Jack, if you’re pulling my leg, I’m gonna kill you.”

“No, I’m not pulling your leg.  I’d rather kill myself than have to make this call—but if I did, then no would be here to make the call.”

“What?  Are you drunk?”

“Oh, shut up, Bruce.  I’m damned upset with myself is what I am, and if I'm not making sense, I repeat—the damned buggy is gone.  What do I do?”

“Walk back to our plane, you idiot.  Also, from now on, crap on your own time, not mine or Billy’s.”

“Oh, cute.”

“I’ll send Dusty to pick you up.  No sense you spending the night watching the spot where the buggy once sat.”

“No, the hell with that.  I’m staying right here, but will stay awake, in case it wasn’t Billy.  What if he shows up and there’s no buggy?”

“Who in the hell else do you think it could have been?”

“I don’t know, Bruce.  Just let me do my penance in peace.  See you in the morning—hopefully with news Billy made it back okay.”

“Yeah, okay.  See you in the morning.”

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Billy would have made it back—except for one little detail.  He was a great tracker, a fine reader of the stars to determine latitude and longitude, but his sense of direction was not as keen as Dusty’s—or, for that matter, a number of the other Asps.  He drove the buggy east, as he should have—but not far enough north.  He missed the plane, about three miles to the south of it.  When he realized he had spent more than enough time driving to have reached the plane, he knew he had gotten himself well lost.  He stopped the buggy to take stock before his next move.  For some reason he would never be able to properly explain later—either to himself or others—he decided to go to Kabul, Afghanistan.  Part of the reason for his decision was he had seen the three men the team had killed so knew the man in Kabul they were sent to get wouldn’t be coming to interrogate him, because the messengers would never reach him.  He also knew the name of the infiltrator in Kabul.  He should be dealt with.

 

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