Today’s excerpt is from Monster’s
Palace, a standalone book featuring new hero Clyde Feegle, Jim Scott,
and many old friends from previous books.
Clyde is the senior of three military men working for the CIA dealing
with interrupting the drug trade south of the border, mostly where al-Qaida is
making inroads. Working with an Army
Delta Force unit, the three military men and their CIA boss raid a drug
facility in Venezuela doing business with al-Qaida. When they leave, only two “plaything women”
are left alive of those they found there.
Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
In answer, Merrill joked, “In theory,
they are real money—just not our
greatly diminished money. But to answer
your question, about twenty grand U.S.
Dare I ask why you asked?”
“I’m thinking about turning those two
gals loose, and giving them the bolivars…any objections?”
“Nope” replied Merrill, as Clyde shook
his head.
“Good.
Oh, by the way—when I questioned them—they did mention the Venezuelan
Army does drop by from time to time, so I’m thinking a fast exit from the scene
might not be a bad idea.”
Merrill grumbled, “Now you tell us this?
Great. Okay, let’s wrap it up and
hit the road. Captain Londoff, since
you’ve taken a fancy to the ladies, will you deal with them whilst the rest of
us load up?”
Clyde sighed. “Yeah, good idea. Merrill, why don’t you start moseying to one
of the buggies, while the rest of us load up?
I see Mitch heading our way, the approach of the good sergeant, and Dick,
with boxes with which to use for the loading-up process.”
Harry just shook his head and muttered
about those two joking around, while showing no real sign of any type of
hurrying to get ready to leave. He went
to the two young ladies, cut the restraints still on their wrists, and grunted,
again in Spanish, “Alright, you two…go get dressed and load up anything you
want to take with you. Meet me
outside. I’m going to find you transport
out of the area.”
The two didn’t have to be told twice, as
both had feared God knew what was going to happen to them. As they hurried off, Harry noticed what
lovely rear-ends both had, sighed, and turned to head outside. There were three vehicles parked near the
house. The most reliable looking one was
a two-year-old SUV. He tried one set of
keys and soon had it running. He noticed
the tank was three quarters full and figured if a quarter of a tank got it
here, three quarters would get beyond where it had last been filled. He drove it to just outside the front door,
turned it off, then checked the papers inside.
They showed the registered owner to be one of the names on the documents
he’d found inside. After muttering,
“Figures,” he got out and went back into the office.
By then the money beside the bolivars had
been boxed up and carried outside. Using
a small box left behind, he put the Venezuelan money in it and headed back to
the SUV. Then he looked around,
wondering what was keeping the two young lovelies and went in search of
them. When he found them, they were
stuffing two pillowcases with anything they could spot they felt might be of
some value. He growled, “Come on, you
two—I’ve got a stack of money for you, so you don’t need all this crap.”
He noticed two suitcases on the floor and
picked them up as he turned to exit the building. When he reached the SUV, he put the
suitcases, which he noticed were heavy enough they had more than clothing
inside, into the rear of the vehicle. He
watched with dismay the trouble the two were having carrying their “treasures”
out of the house, due to the weight of their nearly filled pillowcases. Harry did not offer to help them in the
least.
After they finally managed to get the
pillowcases in the SUV, Harry looked at them and grumbled, still in Spanish,
“Okay, the way this is gonna work is we’re gonna cause a big bang. After it goes off, you get your now-covered
nice bodies in this nice ride I found for you, and split. I assume you both have cellphones. I’d really appreciate it if you would hold
off using them for about twenty minutes after we leave…got it?”
Both young ladies nodded.
“Fine.
Now then, when you talk to whoever you’re gonna talk to about this
little episode in your lives, feel free to say what you want. For now, you best stay near the front of the
house.”
Already near the front of the house, both
shrugged as Harry headed toward one of the buggies, now holding Merrill, with
the others standing around talking. As
he walked up he asked, “Has something been done with all the damned dope in the
barn?”
Mitch chuckled, Dick nodded, and the
sergeant answered, “Yes, sir. All the
finished product has been cut open, and gas poured on it. The raw coca leaves also have gas dumped on
them. I was thinking if our big bang
doesn’t set it all on fire, we could just fire off a few rounds into the barn.”
“Good man. Merrill, Clyde—you ready?”
“Yup,” Merrill answered, as Clyde nodded.
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