Today’s
excerpt is from Adios, Amigos, Book #9 of the nine-book Asps Series. The team and friends take out a terrorist
drug processing facility in Bolivia. Enjoy
and have a great day.
m.j.
While Drew was
enjoying himself immensely, Bruce and his team had made their way to the
al-Qaida camp. They had it surrounded on
three sides…though on the two sides other than the longest stretch, the person
on the end of the attackers was less than a third of the way to the far side of
the camp. There would be no shooting
each other. Bear, Dusty, and Ike were up
trees. Their job was to keep any of the
armed men from reaching the tree line surrounding the camp—with special
emphasis on the far side of the compound and the two sides above where their
comrades had moved.
All members of
the team wore Ghillie suits. So, with
the exception of the three in the trees, they were now well concealed in their
various assigned places. They could see
over a hundred armed men in various places around the camp. There were also over two hundred
workers. Everyone agreed this had to be
the main al-Qaida processing center, as Maggie and Jack had reported this camp
was half again as large as the one they chose not to try to attack alone.
Jim, a few feet
from Bruce, looked over at him, as he sighed.
He said into his communication set, “This could be a pip. Sure wish we had some grenades or something,
but with all those peasants around, we’d kill innocents if we used something
like that.”
Bruce just
nodded. “Anybody not ready?”
Holly grumbled,
“You gotta be kidding, Bruce Edmonds.
This is gonna be a piece of cake.
We’re all ready—just waiting on the word.”
“Yeah,
Wendy—fire at will.”
Even as the
onslaught started, there were a few chuckles at Bruce calling Holly,
Wendy. But it only lasted a few seconds,
when terrorists started dropping all over the camp. With all fourteen members
of the team firing virtually silent sniper rifles, and most of them firing at
close range, it was a turkey shoot for a few seconds. In those first few seconds, over forty
terrorists died. When the remainder did react, they really had no idea where
the shots were coming from, nor how many shooters there were.
Some of the
terrorists fired wildly in all directions; those who were returning fire were
picked out as immediate targets by the experienced shooters in the group, which
was everyone but Edgar. He had been
given one of the spare sniper rifles the team always carried with them for
various obvious reasons. He was quite
pleased with both the rifle and himself, as he was sure he had not missed a
shot taken. He noticed the recoil on
these rifles was much less than any he had used in his training—which fact also
pleased him. Bear, Dusty, and Ike were
making sure armed men who broke for the tree line were eliminated before they
could reach the trees or other vegetation.
Bear, on the far
right of the three tree snipers, was also watching a shack everyone assumed was
the headquarters of the camp. Just as he
killed a man running for the fringe of the camp, something caught his
attention, as one of the terrorists threw his own weapon out a window and soon
followed it. Bear had caught a glimpse
of the weapon. When the man came out of
the window, Bear nailed him even before he picked it up.
Dusty saw one of
the armed men running in the middle of a group of workers. He tracked him carefully and squeezed off his
shot, before moving on to his next target as the man fell to earth. While he had been intent on him, another one
made the tree line, but not far enough in for Dusty to have any trouble ending
his terrorist days.
Less than ten
minutes after the assault started, over a hundred armed men lay dead on the
compound.
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