Today’s excerpt is from Adios,
Amigos, Book #9 of the nine-book Asps Series. Hector and Bear take down al-Qaida drug
processing facility in Bolivia. Enjoy
and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
They could also
see a bit of a clearing to their left, while the shed was on their right. Hector motioned toward the clearing, Bear
nodded, and the two men were on their way toward the clearing. When they neared it, they could see a lean-to
type half building, with a large jug of water under the lean-to and the overhanging
trees. As they moved still closer, they
could smell what could only be a “honey” pit.
Bear asked, “Now what?”
“Now we wait for
clothing.”
Bear nodded,
then left Hector where he was, as he made his way to a spot about ten feet
behind the lean-to. Soon, he
returned. “The odor is coming from
exactly what we guessed. It’s about ten
feet behind their drinking water. Sure
hope someone has to pee soon. We’ve
about spent enough damned time on this operation.”
Hector grinned
and nodded, then moved still closer to the lean-to. They waited for nearly half an hour before
one of the workers came to the lean-to, got a drink, then went behind it. Bear quickly made his way to the “honey” pit
and tapped the man on the back of the head with the butt of his rifle. He caught him before he fell into the open
privy. Meanwhile, Hector held his
position as he waited until another of the workers looked in the direction of
the lean-to, tilted his head, then shrugged before heading their way. After the man got a drink, he called out to
the other man. Getting no response, he
went to investigate. Once past the edge
of the lean-to, Hector closed on him with lightning quickness. Using his rifle butt, he tapped him on the
back of his head, also. As he started
undressing the man after pulling him back a bit into the foliage, Bear walked
up wearing the floppy hat, pants, and smock-type shirt he’d taken off the other
man, to put on over his own clothing.
Hector wrinkled his nose. “You
stink.”
“You will too,
shortly—I’d bet.”
Hector had to
agree with Bear’s prediction when he too had similar clothing on over his
own. The two men concealed their sniper
rifles, removed their night vision gear, took out their Asps, and walked out
into the workplace clearing. Of the
eight men with weapons, five were talking to a group of the workers with their
backs to Bear and Hector, while the other three were talking to another group
of workers, also with their backs to Hector and Bear, which pleased both men no
end.
The two walked
boldly up behind the first five men and, as they did, Hector held up three
fingers and pointed to himself. Bear
nodded, understanding Hector would take three of the armed men, while he was to
take the other two. With Hector walking
on his left, Bear knew that he would take the two men on the right. As they neared the group in conversation, one
of the workers took a look through a flickering campfire at Bear and
Hector. Not recognizing them, he
presented a puzzled look. The armed man
on the far left of the group noticed. He
turned in time to see Hector raise his Asp from where he had it partially
hidden behind his back. Before the man
could say or do anything, Hector shot him in the head, then immediately shifted
to the next target in the group. By the
time he had shot all three, Bear was lining up a shot at one of the other three
men—again, starting on the right side.
That group was nearly forty feet away, but the distance was no problem
with expert shots like Hector and Bear.
In less than ten seconds, all eight armed men lay dead.
As the workers
stood transfixed at what they had seen, Hector waved his Asp as he pointed
toward the nearby tree line. Immediately
one of the workers headed that way in much haste, without actually running. He was followed by many of the other workers,
two of whom fell due to the darkness, but were soon up and running.
Now ignoring the
workers who had yet to make a sound, Bear and Hector headed toward the
shack. As they neared it, Hector shot
the man in the doorway opening before the two men moved into the shack. Quickly, the three other men inside were dead
as well. Only then did Hector turn to
pay attention to the workers who had not taken flight. As he walked back outside, he shouted out in
Spanish, “Get out of here. Your jobs
here are over. Try finding honest work.”
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