Father Mulligan, Book #8 of the Asps Series - The Asps after Fugleman.

Today’s excerpt is from Father Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps Series.  The raid on the ranch foiled, the Asps are in a plane following the plane the man in charge used to get away.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

As the two planes continued on a heading for Lincoln, Bruce called Jim to tell him what they were doing—also how the raid on the ranch had been smothered.  Jim joked, “Holly already called about the raid.  Nice work not offing any of those guys.  Good thought to handle them the way you did.  Hector is pissing and moaning about all the new help he now has, but with a smile on his face.  Holly had me tell him most of them are Marines.”

Bruce laughed.  “I’ve got no idea on that score…know one guy, at least, was Army…Special Forces.  Good man…once he learned not to sleep all the damn time when he was supposed to be on duty.”

“What about this Fugleman guy?”

“One of his planes headed due east.  The one he’s on is angling southeast…somewhere on a line through Missouri—if they go that far.  I’ve got a hunch about it, but we’ll see.  We both know he’ll wind up with asshole Papoulias.”

“Yeah.  Well, keep me informed as you feel like it.  See ya…thanks.”

“For what?  So long.”

Spiro Papoulias was a billionaire several times over…nearly as rich as Jim.  He was a big-time financial power broker for the Democratic Party.  On an earlier mission of the Asps, Jim had managed to get some damning information on Papoulias.  It had caused the President to keep him at more than arms length…after Papoulias had been a welcome visitor to the White House whenever he chose, previous to Jim’s interference.  Papoulias had never forgiven Jim.  He was an evil man at best.   He wanted Jim Scott dead…period.

Knowing full-well what he had been primarily hired for, Hans Fugleman nonetheless wanted Boris Telman dead…almost as much as his boss wanted Jim eliminated.  He knew he should be working out how to take care of his assigned task, since his first two attempts had failed—but the chance to get to Telman’s home while he was in Montana, so he could rig it to explode when the “master spy” returned—was just too good to pass up.  The two men meeting him from their visit to St. Louis were just the two to handle the matter.  Both were experts in explosives.  They also had an ample supply of same safely tucked away in the plane they were in. 

When the plane he was in made preparations to land in Lincoln, Dusty called back to the cabin.  “Looks like Lincoln, Bruce.  Want to follow it down, or just circle around up here?”

Bruce hobbled forward.  When he arrived there, he paused for a few seconds.  “Guess we better go on in.  He changes planes, we should at least know what he’s getting on…damn shame we’ll lose the GPS advantage, though.”

Bonnie asked, “Yes, isn’t it?  I guess you want me to try to follow visually if he does change planes, dear?”

Bruce laughed.  “Yeah…would be nice.   How are you on fuel?”

“Just fine, if we don’t have to go all the way east.  If so, we’ll run short.  Better call ahead to order up some, to have it waiting on us when we get in.”

Dusty nodded.  “I’ll take care of it, Bonnie.”

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By the time Bonnie landed her plane, Fugleman had already seen the plane he was hoping would be there waiting for him.  As soon as his plane pulled to a full stop, he went forward to the cockpit.  “You fellows can go on home.  I’m changing planes here.”

 

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