Adios, Amigos, Book #9 of the Asps Series - Big time al-Qaida thug is gonna go down.

Today’s excerpt is from Adios, Amigos, Book #9 of the nine-book Asps Series.  The team and friends finalize their plan to take out a high ranking al-Qaida terrorist. Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

Jim shook his head.  “No ‘buts.’  But, just to let you know, we’ll be a bit shorthanded.  Dusty and Ike are out of it.  Wounded—hopefully not too bad.  Dusty has a concussion.  Ike took a nasty one to the top of his shoulder.  Jack was working on trying to get the bullet out of his shoulder when we left.  You didn’t mention how many men these guys have available.”

Drew shrugged.  “Only an educated guess at this point, but I’d say around twenty or twenty-five.  We have no idea if Kabul is coming in alone—or with bodyguards or something of the sort.”

“In addition,” Boris added, “we have no idea if he’ll go with them when they go to round up the drunk British team.  If not, it’ll leave fewer at their villa to defend him.”

Maggie joked, “You had to get the SAS and SIS involved as drunks—nice touch.  I’m sure Whitehall would approve…not.”

Drew laughed.  “That would explain why there has been no other activity of a strange sort out of our Embassy.  Seems to fit well with this being a British operation after all.  Tony’s idea—which we applaud, by the way.”

Maggie grinned.  “I’m sure you do.  Okay—as the official SIS Agent on sight, I approve.  In fact, to tell you the truth, I love it.  What about the music?”

Boris smiled.  “Taken care of already.  It’s nice to have some young blood around.  Edgar pulled us up some suitable music using his pod deal, whatever you call it.  At any rate, we have already transferred it to Drew’s laptop, so can play it when needed.”

Bruce shook his head.  “You guys forgot one touch.  Just which of our males can imitate a British accent well enough to fool anyone—even a bunch of terrorists?”

Maggie smiled.  “Ike, for one.  Once when we were doing a little deed together, we got to joking around a bit.  He sounded more like Tony than Tony.”

Bruce sighed.  “Yes, but he’s out of it.  And that’s only one—we need two.”

Drew asked, “He should be able to sit and talk, shouldn’t he?”

Jim nodded.  “Yeah, if Jack okays it.”

Maggie joked, “Jack will okay it.  If need be, I’ll soften him up with some sex.”

Jim muttered, “Would soften anybody up.”

Drew smirked.  “Spoken like a man whose wife is not here.”

Boris grunted.  “Spoken like a man whose wife is not here—but honestly spoken.”

Maggie grinned, then joked, “Always nice to know one has admirers.”

Jim quickly uttered a few sentences with a British accent…words that could have easily been spoken by Sir Alistair, or any other British noble.  When he finished, Bruce nodded.  “Okay, we have our two for that part of it.  Of course we also just lost our best shot.”

Jim asked, “I wondered if you’d ever admit I could outshoot you?”

 

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