Today’s excerpt is from Baghdad
Butcher, Book #1 of the nine-book Janitors Series. Jim and pals interrupt drug shipment and
capture members of the drug operation. Enjoy
and have a great day.
m.j.
All three men
chuckled as Jim watched the obvious leader of the Iraqi contingent, Aras
Alwash, carry two very heavy-looking suitcases over to the pilot, who had
already opened a panel in the fuselage that covered a large storage area. The pilot started removing suitcases from the
plane, as the Iraqi set down his two.
When the other
three men from the car started carrying suitcases toward the limo, Jim nodded. “Okay, fellas, follow my lead. Let’s go out the back. You two go around the building to the left,
I’ll go to the right. Oh, by the way…no
Arabic, just English and Spanish.”
Without a word,
first Jim, then Billy, gave their Flashers to Holly and the three men left her
behind as they circled the building and slowly started walking toward the plane
and limo. About halfway there, one of
the Iraqis noticed them and dropped the suitcase he was carrying.
Quickly, Jim wiggled
his gun. “Don’t move, any of
you!”
The four Iraqis
saw the rifles pointed in their direction and decided to do as told. The pilot, on the other hand, broke for the
cockpit of the plane and tried to start it.
Jim shook his
head in disgust. “Oh, hell. Would you look at that?” He quickly followed those words with three
fast rounds into the engine of the plane and one in the tire nearest him. As the plane settled with a slight list
towards Jim, Billy, and Hector, one of the Iraqis reached for his gun.
Billy shot him
in the knee, nearly blowing off his kneecap.
As that man screamed out in pain, another made a move Hector didn’t like
and got much the same treatment, only Hector’s shot took him just above the
knee and blew away a good portion of his thigh bone.
While Aras
Alwash stood quite still, the third of his men also went for his gun. Billy grumbled, “Enough” and blew the top part
of his head away.
When the dust cleared, the pilot got out of
his ruined plane with his hands up; Alwash stood still as Jim, Billy, and
Hector walked up to their five captives, one of whom was dead.
Jim walked over
to the two suitcases that Alwash had carried to the plane and opened one. It was loaded with currency—big bills, mostly
hundreds. He whistled softly. “Check those four for guns…the limo, also.”
In Spanish, he
said to the leader, “You sit by the back wheel and don’t move a muscle. Yo, pilot,” he added in English, “park your
ass on one of those suitcases with drugs in them.”
The sulking
pilot did as told. “You bastard…you
killed my plane.”
“Should have
killed you for that dumb-ass stunt you tried to pull. I will, too, if you give me any little
reason.”
Billy and Hector
gathered up guns from all four Iraqis—six in total—and checked the car for
more, but came up dry. Without waiting
to be told, they set about making the car as useless as the plane. Only then did they check on the two wounded
men. Seeing that neither would bleed to
death, they walked over to Jim. Billy
quietly asked, “What now?”
“Tie the pilot
to his plane. Make darn sure he doesn’t
get loose.”
Usama bin
Laden’s lead man Aras Alwash sat and thought, “I cannot let my leader
down. My mission cannot end like this.”
Just as Billy
asked, “How about the other one,” Alwash reached up under the back fender of
the limo and started to pull out a gun.
Jim saw him and
got off a snap shot with the rifle. The
bullet entered just below the half-sitting man’s knee and traveled up his thigh
a foot or so. He screamed in pain and
dropped the gun.
Jim walked over,
picked it up, and looked at Billy, “He’s not going anywhere. But now that I
think of it, one of these bozos might crawl over here and untie our friend from
the friendly skies, so go and see if our watchdog in the shed perhaps has some
handcuffs. He’s always playing around
with the damn things.”
Picking up on
the “He’s,” without saying anything, Billy headed for the shed where Holly
waited and asked through the window hole, “Do you have any handcuffs?”
As Holly reached
behind her for the handcuffs she always kept tucked under her belt, she
whispered, “That didn’t go too smoothly.”
Billy took the
offered handcuffs, grunted, and headed back to Jim and Hector. Once there, he handed the cuffs to Jim, who
cuffed the pilot’s hands around the landing gear.
Hefting one of
the bags, Jim nodded to the other.
Hector picked it up and followed Jim and Billy back to the shed. As they went, the pilot yelled, “You can’t
just go off and leave us here.”
Jim answered,
“We’ll send help.”
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