Today’s
excerpt is from Bullets And Baseball, Book #6 of the nine-book Asps
Series. British MI6 and SAS, along with
the Asps and friends are helped out by Wendy in the C-130. She swoops down with a Gatling gun raid with
the plane after a mammoth mine field deals the terrorists a major blow. Enjoy and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
Even as those two men were climbing up the
rough terrain, the scouts of the enemy column passed the first of the mines
laid out. Cyrus, of course, saw, as did
his group—and a few of those on the other side.
He looked over the column carefully before he reported, “Bruce, for the
most part, these fellows are marching four or five abreast,” then paused,
smiled at the thought he’d just had, and added, “I would guess you lot from the
Colonies would prefer I not use “meters” in my description, so in language
you’ll understand, I would estimate they are strung out for roughly half a
mile.”
Bruce chuckled. “Thank you, Sergeant Major…I appreciate you
being so kind to us of lesser intelligence.
Bear, what say you?”
“I’d say it’s gonna be a close fit. You saw where we finished up on your end,
Bruce. So, I’d say when the lead guy in
the main force—not their scouts—are about ten feet short of that spot, I pull
the plug.”
Bruce replied, “Sounds good. Cyrus, what do you think?”
“I’m not sure where he left off, but when
you tell him it’s about time, if I think waiting might be a good idea, I’ll
notify you of same.”
“Fair enough. Bear, we’ll do it your way. Cyrus, they have night vision capabilities?”
“No, not that I can see. Might be why they wanted at least half a
moon, since they probably plan to move up the valley at night, then by sunrise
hunker down for the day.”
Bruce agreed. “Yeah, probably makes the most sense…though
these Islamists aren’t too long on sense.
I best call Wendy to make sure she’s close by.”
After Bruce made his call, and there was
nothing else to talk about, the wait was on until Bruce alerted everyone. “Bear, I’m thinking pretty soon with the
mines. Cyrus, okay with you?”
“By all means. The last of them—save a few stragglers—have
passed the start of the minefield.”
Bruce ordered, “Do it, Bear.”
Bear pushed his remote button, rigged to set
off the entire minefield at one time, and a horrendous explosion followed. Of slightly over seventeen hundred men on the
valley floor, less than eight hundred were still on their feet seconds
later. Of those standing, several were
wounded to some extent.
Bruce called Wendy and asked, “Where are
you?”
“Coming, darling. Should be there in less than three
minutes—you ready for us?”
“Yup…bring it on. About half of them are already down, thanks
to Bear.”
“Love that man. See you soon.”
When the plane flew down the valley, it was
tilted to about a seventy-degree angle, giving Jim and Maggie, on that side of
the plane, easy shooting. When Wendy
announced, “Now,” they started shooting.
With their night vision capabilities, they could easily see their targets
and laid down a withering fire, cutting several of the terrorists to shreds.
At the end of her run, Wendy straightened
out, made a wide, low turn, then headed back up the gorge. This time she tilted to the other side, with
the SAS troop and Pete opening up. About
halfway through the run, they ran into a problem. Everything aboard the craft had been secured
and checked over three times. The four
gunners were in seats behind their guns.
The seats were bolted in place, and each gunner wore a safety belt to
hold them in place. The bolts on the
right side of Maggie’s seat suddenly gave way.
The noise of the bolts snapping was heard over the sound of the Gatlings
by both Maggie and Jim. The seat, with
Maggie in it, bent away from the fuselage, almost all the way around, but the
bolts on the other side at least held fast.
Maggie was left dangling there, strapped into her seat.
As soon as the run was over the plane
straightened out, Jim called up to Wendy.
“We got a problem back here…keep her level until I get back to you.”
“What broke loose?”
“Maggie’s gun chair…but only on one
side. She’s okay, except from the smell
of things, she crapped her pants.”
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