Today’s
excerpt is from Father Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps Series. Another try to kill Jim is foiled, and he
wasn’t even on the ranch at the time of the would-be raid. Enjoy and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
While
Jim and Hector joked about flying, Fugleman sent his team forward, but he held
back at one of the trees near the edge of the incline from the car park. Bruce had everyone at the ranch spread out at
various locations. They watched with
night vision gear—also being worn by the attacking force—as the would-be
attacking group made its way slowly toward the main ranch house.
When
they were about halfway from the car park to the house, Bruce shook his
head. “These guys all seem to move like
military. Sure hope they aren’t our
guys, but I’ve a feeling they are.”
Dusty,
also on Jim and Holly’s veranda with Bruce and Holly, nodded. “Yeah, I’d bet they’re military. We gonna give ‘em a chance to give up,
Bruce?”
“Oh,
sure. But one chance only…then we take
them out. You see the one guy holding
way back, just above the car park?”
Boris
answered, “Yes…and I can tell you who it is.
A former Stassi officer—not too bad at his job by the way…but a
butcher. Name’s Hans Fugleman.”
Just
as Bruce was about to reply, he grunted, “Damn and damn. I know one of those guys. Okay, I’ve a feeling they have been told some
crock of crap. Let’s do everything we
can to capture rather than kill. Okay,
folks, off with our vision gear—I’m gonna turn the lights on down there.”
Everyone
who belonged on the ranch soon had their night vision gear taken off, so they
wouldn’t be blinded when Bruce put on the several banks of spotlights, as well
as other lights to light up the area where the intruders were. When he did toss the switch for the various
lights, the men with Fugleman were instantly blinded. They were quickly ripping off their own night
vision gear. Fugleman, further back, was
also blinded, but not to the extent of his men.
In no time he had his own gear removed.
His sight came back to him much faster than the others.
There
was a speaker system in the middle of where the attackers were. Bruce growled into the microphone attached to
it, “Freeze. You are in the middle of a
claymore mine field. I push the remote
button controlling it…you’ll all die where you stand. Sleepy Houser, this is Sergeant Major
Edmonds—now retired—and with CIA. Tell
your friends they best do as told. I
don’t know what you’ve all been told about the man you’ve come to kill, but it
was a load of horseshit. Fugleman, the
man who brought you here, is, as I speak, headed down the embankment where he
stood to the cars below. I’m sure by the
time you all regain full use of your eyes, you will realize he’s gone.”
Hans
Fugleman heard little of what was being said, because as soon as the lights
came on, he knew the frontal attack was now ruined. He opted to flee while he could. As soon as he got down to the cars, he got in
one, made a fast U-turn, then headed back to Billings, with no thought about
the men he was leaving behind.
The
man furtherest from the house, in just a bit less light, laid down his
weapon. He turned just in time to see
the car making the U-turn. He shouted
out, “Damned Schneider just split guys—or whatever in the hell his name is.”
Sleepy
Houser, a retired Army Special Forces First Sergeant, raised his voice to be
heard by all, “Hey, guys, Sergeant Major Edmonds is cool—he taught me
everything I know.”
Those
two reports soon had the entire attack team putting their weapons on the ground
very gently. A few had looked over their
surroundings carefully. Some had spotted
a few of the claymore mines. They
reported the fact even as they put their weapons down. When all the weapons were on the ground,
Bruce muttered, “Okay guys…good move. We
could tell by your movements all or most of you were military. I sure didn’t want to kill any of my
own. I can only guess what load of crap
Fugleman passed out to you, but the guy you came to kill is named Jim Scott, in
case you weren’t given his name. He’s a
retired Marine Major…also former CIA.
He’s a billionaire—that’s billionaire, with a ‘bee.’ Best damn guy I ever worked with—sorry about
that, Sleepy. But this guy is the top of
the line…one hundred percent loyal to the flag.”
Sleepy
nodded, “Your word is good enough for me, Sergeant Major.”
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