Today’s excerpt is from Father
Mulligan, Book #8 of the Asps Series.
Part of the Asps team, Jim, and MI6 Agent Tony Henry have a mishap as
they try to capture some terrorists bent on carrying out an attack in Houston,
Texas. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
Jim growled,
“Okay, everybody—the guy in front, we don’t shoot, unless we have to. Tony would like a word or two with him.”
Bruce
looked over at Jim, three people removed from him. “Okay, now what? We wait, or take some sort of action?”
Jim
thought a minute. “Go get that jasper in
my trunk. Take his hood and duct tape
off—release his hands, too. Bring him to
me.”
Bruce,
suddenly figuring out what Jim had in mind, hurried to the car, reached in,
popped the trunk, then soon had a freed captive standing next to Jim, who grumbled,
“Okay, here’s the deal. Go tell your
friends if they want to walk away from this alive, they surrender right
now. Go.”
The
captive didn’t need to be told twice. He
hurried forward with his hands raised.
In time, those in the barn saw him, recognized him, and stood there
waiting. All but Johnson Smith waited
that is. He glanced at his watch. He knew time was running short, if his plan
was to work. He signaled for the first
truck to move out.
Kye joked,
“Our guy runs like a duck.”
That
drew a few chuckles, which soon evaporated, as Smith moved to one side when the
first truck started to move. Billy
didn’t wait for instructions, as he squeezed off a shot. It went right through the radiator and engine
block of the truck. It also hit a vital
spot, causing the truck’s engine to explode.
What followed caused the Earth to stand still. In a rapid chain reaction, everything in the
barn exploded. The barn was vaporized…as
was the former captive who was only ten feet from it when it went up. The only thing saving the team was the
earthen bank they were all leaning against…plus their distance from the
barn. They were nearly three quarters of
a mile removed from the sudden hole in the ground where the barn had once been.
A good
deal of airborne debris from the blast rained down on the team. While most of it was just a nuisance, three
pieces of hot metal landed on the team.
Tony’s left hand was severely burned, as was Jack’s back, as well as
Maggie’s rear end. Those three let out
varying degrees of oaths—also a few less-than-polite words—before Jim muttered,
“Okay, guys, we better hit the road.”
He
helped Tony up, then helped him to the car.
As he did, he moaned, “Sure hope your damn foot gets better soon. First I have to get you to our earthen bank—now
I gotta get you back.”
“Thank
you, Yank. I appreciate all the help.”
Jim
laughed in spite of himself as he helped Tony into the car, before he ran
around it to follow Dusty, who was already driving off, with Bruce right behind
him. The three cars made the highway and
were about ten miles down it before sirens could be heard, then flashing lights
were seen as various emergency vehicles were pouring down the highway in the
opposite direction. They simply kept on
driving, though Jim did let out a sigh of relief when they were ignored.
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