Today’s excerpt is from Back
To China, a standalone book featuring Jim Scotty and other old friends. Finishing touches put on plan to rescue two
scientists. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
As those two
were leaving, Jim called Bob Becker.
“Bob, Jim Scott. You feel like
risking your bottom side on something that’s come up, needing immediate
attention?”
“Sure, what?”
“Hector, his son
Billy, and I are heading to China to retrieve two captured top-flight
physicists the Chinese took prisoner.
They were snatched earlier today in Las Vegas, while they were on
R&R from Area 51. They must be retrieved
quickly. Our plan is to jump out of a
B-2 at thirty thousand to get the job done.
Have our way out on the way as we speak—a C-130.”
“Wow! Yeah, I heard about the shootout in
Vegas. That the deal?”
“Yes. You game?
Good chance you’ll get your ass shot off.”
“Yes.”
“Head for
Whiteman…they’ll be expecting you. I’ll
be there with Hector and Billy, as soon as we can get there. I’m in D.C. right now…at the White House.”
“Holy crap. Okay…on my way—right after I kiss Michelle
and tell her I can’t tell her anything.”
“Good man. But tell her what you want…on a ‘for her ears
only deal’.”
Ken came back
in. “Billy Garcia is on his way…or will
be when the chopper gets there to pick him up.
Hope we don’t run out of helicopters, gathering in folks for this
deal. Secret Service isn’t too happy
about two pending landings on White House grounds.”
The President
grumbled, “They’ll get over it. Ken,
call Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri and tell them, on my direct orders, a
man by the name of Bob Becker is going to be at their front gate in…”
As he paused and
looked at Jim, who thought a second.
“About two hours.”
“About two
hours. They are to bring him in and show
him all courtesies. Tell them we’ll get
back to them with an explanation shortly.”
Jim looked at
Tony. “Are you planning on being with
the reception party for my team and the two scientists?”
“Yes. I take it you think I should be leaving
shortly. How, and to where?’
The Prime
Minister shook his head. “Tony, I really
don’t think it’s advisable for the Chief of SIS to take this kind of risk.”
“Sorry, Mr.
Prime Minister, but I can’t ask Jim to do what he’s going to do and not lend a
hand. As we have already discussed,
Margaret Doyle Littlefield is well qualified to take over when I retire. Should I happen to die before retirement, the
same applies. I’m going. The only way you can stop me is to shoot me—and
I know you don’t have a weapon on your person.”
The Prime
Minister shook his head, and flipped both hands at Tony.
Jim chuckled,
“Thank you for your blessing, Mr. Prime Minister. Holly, honey, as soon as Hector gets back in here,
you three head to our plane. Tell Hec to
pull out what we’ll need—clothing will be supplied by Whiteman. We’ll talk further when I get in the air to
Whiteman.”
“Tony and I are
gonna meet the 130…if so, where?”
“Israel. Tony, call Wendy and have her divert to
there. Tell her you’re bringing her a
co-pilot.”
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