Today’s
excerpt is from Adios, Amigos, Book #9 of the nine-book Asps Series. The Asps and friends take out the last
al-Qaida drug operation in Bolivia. Enjoy
and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
Before loading
up in the Land Rovers, Bruce spread one of Jim’s excellent topographical maps
on the hood of his vehicle. With Jim,
Dusty, and Maggie alongside, Bruce smoothed the map a bit. “Look, guys…er, plus nice little old ladies…if
this map is right—and I’ve never known one of Jim’s maps not to be—I think with
the hardiness of Land Rovers we can cut across country. It’ll save about three hours driving time to
the site Maggie and Jack found. It is
here, isn’t it, Maggie?”
As Bruce spoke
he pointed to a spot on the map. Maggie
nodded. “Yes, more or less—if my aging
old lady eyes don’t deceive me. We came
down exactly three point eight miles from that turn-off back down the road,
toward where we came from.”
Bruce looked at
Maggie and grinned. “Okay, I’m thinking
this is the way to go.”
Everyone
agreed. Dusty was assigned the task of
leading the team across country to the al-Qaida drug camp.
The drive took
over an hour and a half, but actually saved closer to four hours driving time,
since they would have to have gone several miles out of their way just to get
back to the road Maggie and Jack had used to follow the car they followed. When Dusty slowed his Land Rover, it was near
the top of a rise. He went just a bit
further, stopped, then got out. He
crawled the rest of the way to the top of the slight ridge before he looked
down at the camp. By then, Bear was
alongside. He shook his head. “I don’t know how you do this, but I sure am
glad you always do.”
Dusty joked,
“Just a steady diet of sex with my darling wife.”
Kye, who had
also come up, bragged, “There’s a husband a girl could learn to love.”
Bruce, also in
the small group who had come forward, laughed, “If you were anything like a girl, that might hold true.”
Kye hit him…on
his wounded arm…but not too hard. A
smiling group moved back down the hill to discuss the route they would use to
walk down to the camp. After it was
agreed on, Bruce looked around. “Well,
there is no place to hide our Land Rovers.
Maggie, you’re elected to stay with them. You’re English—so are the Land Rovers.”
Maggie frowned. “I’m Irish—don’t you forget it,
idiot.”
Even with one
less person on the attacking team, the attack went smoothly, as there were only
thirty-seven armed men at this camp.
Most died in the first minute of the attack, as again there was plenty
of cover, so most died not having any idea where the shots were coming
from. This resulted in even less wild
return fire. In spite of that, both Ike
and Dusty received wounds: Ike in the
top of his shoulder while he was laying prone, which would turn out to be a
long time healing, and a shot grazed Dusty’s head. It knocked him out for a few minutes, but did
no serious damage…except to Kye’s heart, as she at first thought she had lost
her husband.
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