Today’s
excerpt is from Back To Iraq, Book #2 of the nine-book Janitors Series. Billy Longbow takes out four terrorists. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
Hector
was already walking toward Jim’s Humvee as the pilot signed off. Billy and Jim got out, soon followed by the
others in both Humvees. Hector sighed. “Sounds like we have company coming.”
Jim
nodded. “Okay, who volunteers?”
Hector
looked at Billy. Billy looked at Hector
and grumbled, “Indian scout take first shift.”
That
drew a few chuckles as Billy went to get out a silenced rifle, checked it out,
and put on a communication set that was locked in on a channel that matched the
sets of everyone else on the team. Next
he checked his sidearm, a silenced Walther pistol identical to the ones used by
all members of the Janitors, looked at his compass, and headed off across the
sand and up a dune that was only a few feet from where they had stopped.
After
his first few steps, Jim called out, “Uh, Billy, no prisoners. That team General Bradley sent out reported
these guys are terrorists of some stripe.
We sure as hell aren’t leaving any live terrorists behind to come blow
up more of America…and we aren’t taking them home.”
Billy
nodded as he headed off. As he did, the
others all put on their communicaton sets.
Those sets were quite small, similar to those worn on the sidelines by
NFL coaches, but smaller and much lighter.
They were transistorized, but had a range sufficient for the job at
hand, as Jim had no intention of anyone getting anywhere close to out of range,
as he didn’t want anyone to risk getting separated from the team.
All
members of the team were already wearing night vision goggles, an item that
gave them vast superiority during the night to anyone not wearing similar gear.
About five minutes later, Drew blew out a
mouthful of air. “I’ll follow
Billy. When I think we’re far enough out
that you can start up again, I’ll holler.”
Hector
shook his head. “I can do that, Drew.”
“No. I’m not so damn old that I can’t pull my
weight.”
“That’s
a lot of weight to pull, old man,” joked Boris.
Drew
just gave Boris a dirty look and headed off in the tracks Billy had left.
The
remainder of the Janitors just stood around the Humvees or sat in them for what
seemed a lifetime before Drew contacted them.
“Okay, start up. If I can hear
you, I’ll let you know.”
Jim
got into the lead Humvee and replaced Billy as the driver. He started up and waited to hear from
Drew. When he heard nothing, he started
driving ahead. Hector soon had the
second vehicle started and followed.
After
about fifteen minutes, Drew called a halt.
“Can hear you. Shut them down.”
Jim
and Hector both immediately stopped their vehicles and turned them off. Then Jim grumbled, “Billy, we aren’t more
that ten miles from the target. You
should be about half that close.”
Billy
didn’t reply, but Drew did, “He’s onto something. I can tell by his body language.”
The
“body language” Drew spoke of saw Billy dive to the ground and sight in on the
nearest of the four men who had just come over the crest of a sand dune. He waited until all four men were halfway
down the dune before he re-sighted, this time on the man who was the longest
distance from him, in the back of the fanned out procession.
His
shot took the man in the throat, just above where neck joined torso. The man was dead before he hit the
ground. The second shot took out the man
next furthest from Billy. By now, the
other two realized they were under attack.
Both dove to the ground. One died
on the way down, the other seconds later.
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