Today’s excerpt is from Bullets
And Baseball, Book #6 of the nine-book Asps Series. The team and three other agents ready to
depart Yemen after taking care of a bit of business in two different
locations. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
Things were much less jovial in Sana’a as
Gordon neared the meeting site. He
arrived a full five minutes before his two men did. They were closely followed by two cars. Those in the cars following knew the area
they were approaching, and knew it should be a perfect place to kill the two
agents.
The
third car in the procession suddenly pulled out to pass the other two cars and
cut off the agent’s car. While not a bad
plan, it didn’t go too well for the terrorists, as Gordon—his car never turned
off—shot forward to cut the car off as it passed the second car. He swerved in to cut it off, and Gordon’s two
agents, seeing that, screeched to a stop, effectively pinning the two offending
cars. In so doing, the terrorists were
turned from trappers into trappees. The
terrorists, seven in total, were slower getting out of their cars than Gordon
and friends, and started dropping as they exited their vehicles. The gun battle was over in less than a
minute, with all seven terrorists either dead, or close to death. They hadn’t died without inflicting a bit of
damaged, however. Maggie was shot in the
shin, just above her ankle, by a shot fired by a dying man under the car door
she’d stayed behind. One of Gordon’s
agents had been hit in the side, as he’d ventured too far from his car door to
get a better shot. Bruce had been shot
in his left shoulder, through the window of the door he was behind.
Pete,
his field first aid kit in hand, went to Maggie to assist her, while Bruce
sighed. “Gordon, go check those guys
out. Any of them alive enough to ask a
few questions of, load ‘em up in one of our cars. If not, just make sure they’re all dead.”
Gordon’s
unwounded agent was by then busy trying to help out his companion, while Bruce
walked over to where Pete and Maggie were.
“Load her up in the car, Pete, and fix her up there. We really need to get the hell out of Dodge
before anyone else shows up to ruin our day.”
Gordon
looked at Bruce, saw him tending to his wound as he got in the car, saw Pete
and Maggie getting in the rear, and knew none of them was going to be driving
the other car. He asked his two agents
how they were doing, and the agent being repaired set his jaw. “We’re good to go, Gordo. My bleeding is stopped, so I’m okay for
now. Where to?”
Bruce,
still half in and half out of the other car, answered for Gordon, “Our
plane. You guys got anything that has to
be gathered up—like personal stuff—we’ll get Glenn to send someone around to
gather it in for you.”
Gordon
almost laughed, but did grin, and joked, “You sound like you don’t want to get
involved in any more shoot-outs with us,” before he got in his car.
Bruce
nodded as he closed his door. “You got
that right. Before we go, give me a hand
here.”
Bruce
had a compress on his wound, and was trying to hold it in place by wrapping
gauze around it, without a lot of success.
Gordon laughed, gave him a hand, and, on seeing his two men back in
their car, headed toward the airport, with them following along.
Bruce
got out his phone, and knowing Dusty would be driving, called Kye. “Hi, General.
We had a little incident here.
One of Gordon’s agents is shot-up, I’m hit in the shoulder, and Maggie
took one in her lower leg. All of us are
headed to the plane. Everyone’s
belongings are in the suite. Stop, pick
‘em up, get to the plane as quick as you can, then we’ll split the scene in Yemen
Kye
smiled. “Will do—we’re done here. Nut cases Bear and Billy went for a naked
swim in the middle of the morning…unarmed…and went aboard the ship. They have it rigged to blow when it puts to
sea. They can tell you about it when we
see you at the plane. You want me to
call Glenn?”
“Yeah,
thanks.”
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