Today’s
excerpt is from The Saltwater Connection, Book #6 of the Janitors Series. With the white slavery operation of the
terrorists effectively shut down, the Janitors deal with a plane load of buyers
just arriving. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
Aboard
the plane, one of the two terrorists from the camp looked out the window and
said to the other man sent with him as an escort, “I don’t see anyone. Why aren’t we being greeted?”
The
other camp terrorist looked out, past his companion. “I don’t know. Something must be wrong.”
Then
he jumped up and hurried to the cockpit, just as the engines were being shut
down.
Before
he could offer any warning of possible trouble, the four pick-ups neatly
blocked the plane. The two on the front
side of the wing were able to press right up against the landing gear. Jim and Drew, approaching from the back side
of the wing, couldn’t get to the landing gear, due to the downward slope of the
wing, but parked up against the wing, effectively stopping any idea the pilots
might have of movement.
The
two terrorists from the camp ran to the door and opened it, guns drawn. One peeked out. Jim saw his gun and fired. The shot hit the man in his right eye. The man nearest him saw his comrade hit and
rushed into the doorway to return fire.
His fate was sealed by a shot between the eyes.
In
addition to the six “buyers” aboard, there were four bodyguards and the two
pilots, also bodyguards. Those aboard
the plane heard Jim, in his excellent Arabic, yell out, “You aboard the
plane. Come out with your hands up. You have five minutes. If you are not all out in that time, we will
blow up the plane. Your choice.”
There
was suddenly much excitement aboard the plane as the six rich—and, in some
cases, titled—men, who thought of themselves as dignitaries, discussed and
argued amongst themselves as to what they should do. In the end, a Saudi Arabian prince shook his
head. “We have no choice but to do as
they say. They have shown they are
perfectly willing to kill. I have no intention
of sitting aboard this plane when it blows up.
We can negotiate with them once we know who they are. A few million dollars will buy anyone.”
With
that he walked to the doorway of the plane.
“I’m coming out. I have no
weapon.”
One
the bodyguards pushed a button, which lowered the steps of the plane. The prince then started to step out. Jim hollered, “Hands up.”
The
prince puffed himself up and replied with the dignity of his status. “I have no intention of raising my hands for
a cut-throat bunch of ruffians.”
As he
took a step downward, Jim shot him in the knee and he fell to the ground. Then Jim yelled. “Now, do you all understand I mean what I
say? Come out with hands up.”
With
the prince rolling around on the ground in pain and muttering various Arabic
oaths, another of the “buyers” came out, hands up, and walked down the steps to
his companion. He was followed by
everyone else, save two of the bodyguards, who decided at the last minute to be
clever.
As
they all came out, Jim told them to stand alongside the plane. When no one else was forthcoming from the
plane, Jim looked at the group. “All
right, pick up your friend and help him to the middle of the runway while we
blow up the plane. We have no need for
it and it’ll be easier to clear it from the runway in pieces than as a whole
plane.”
The
two bodyguards, not willing to surrender while their charges were in danger,
made the foolish decision to offer resistance.
They rushed to the doorway, side by side, intent on shooting the first target
they could see. By that time, Drew had
circled the plane and was behind the tail.
Even though his sight line was not the best, he could still see one of
the two men and he fired, just as Jim did.
Jim hit both men and Drew one of them, as they both fell dead in their
tracks, one falling out of the plane, the other sagging down in the doorway.
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