Today’s
excerpt is from Bullets And Baseball, Book #6 of the nine-book Asps Series. Asps capture some bigtime terrorists in
Pakistan. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
Though not happy with leaving so soon,
Hassan started packing his belongings. While
outside the camp, Bruce muttered, “One hell of a cool customer, our Hector.”
Inside the “headquarters” building, without
seeming to pay much attention, Hector noticed Hassan closing and picking up one
of the two laptops in the building, as he handed his satchel to Kahn to carry.
Outside, Usmani summoned five men to escort
the five in Hassan’s group to their car.
The Asps and friends witnessed those additions to the group. They hurriedly made their plans, as they
moved further away from the camp, leaving only Dusty on one side with Jack on
the other, to watch the camp.
When the ten-man contingent from the camp
came down the path, Kahn was using his flashlight from time to time. As they started to pass the deployed Asps
group, Bruce flicked his speaker bulb.
Seconds later, five nearly silent shots, fired by Bruce, Tony, Ike,
Maggie, and Billy dropped the five bodyguards.
Even as those five were falling, Hector—who
had stayed close to Hassan—took a half step forward to quickly hit the man a
vicious blow to the temple region.
Hassan, stunned, fell to the ground.
Hector took care to catch the laptop, set it down, then was on top of
Hassan before the man started to regain his senses. Hector already had a Walther pistol in his
hand by the time he was on Hassan, not wanting his Asp in case he was
frisked—reasoning a gun was understandable, an Asp not so—with the Walther in
his mouth. Even as Hassan was trying to
figure things out, Hector’s finger was in his mouth. When Hector found what he expected to find, a
cyanide capsule, he freed it from the tooth it was inside, and took it out of
Hassan’s mouth. He growled, “Tape,
please.”
Maggie, standing nearby was ready. She handed Hector a strip of duct tape, which
was soon covering Hassan’s mouth. He
turned Hassan over to use plastic restraints handed him by Maggie to secure the
terrorist’s hands. Hector stood up. “Take care of his feet, please, Maggie.”
Even before Hector had moved, Bear had his
own temporary gun, a Glock, out. He hit
Kahn in the side of the head. He had his
man trussed up before Hector finished with Hassan.
Ike did much the same to Mirza. With those three secured, Bruce nodded
approval. “Someone stay with these three
while we go back to deal with the camp.”
Hector replied, “I’ll do it. Usmani has a laptop, Bruce. Send Jack down here to give these three
something to quiet them…even trussed up like they are, they can still make
noise. I don’t want to risk knocking
them out again—want to be able to question them when you guys are through.”
Bruce uttered, “Right,” as he turned to
leave.
By then, Maggie had put a hood on Hassan,
Ike had one on Mirza, while Tony tossed one to Bear to put on Kahn.
Even though Hector didn’t have on a comm.
set, Jack still heard him—both from the wire Hector had on, and through the
speakers of other members of the team.
“Nothing going on here. I’m on
the way with my kit.”
Bruce didn’t object…just kept silent as he
continued to move toward his previous location.
Ike tossed Bear a backpack. “Your
stuff is inside—except for your rifle.
It’s back at the safe house.”
Billy tossed the same to his father. “Same deal, Dad. Nice work.”
“Thanks, kid—get outta here.”
Everyone on the team—save Bear and
Hector—had on jungle camos. A set for
both those two men were in the backpacks, along with their Asps. As Hector stood to start changing, Bear
muttered, “Watch mine for me,” as he left the backpack while he started up the
path. As he did, he added, “I’ve got an
idea.”
Hector shrugged and continued to change, until
it hit him what Bear must have in mind.
He thought, “Some balls.”
Even as the others were spacing themselves
as they had been earlier, Bear boldly walked back into the camp. He came up to one of the terrorists. “Forgot something. Will you go with me when I come out, so I
don’t get lost?’
The man nodded as Bear continued to walk
toward the headquarters building. Bruce
swallowed. “Son-of-a-bitch—good idea if
it works.”
Bear walked right on in and, after elbowing
the door shut, walked up to Usmani, then hit him with the gun he pulled from
his pocket, knocking him out. Before he
started looking around for things to secure the man when he came to, he knelt,
opened Usamani’s mouth, found the cyanide capsule, tossed it aside, as he
whispered, “Uh, got this guy—have fun.”
Only about fifteen of the men in the camp
were still up, as Bruce whispered, “Son-of-a-bitch” before he added, “Let’s do
it,” as he sighted in on one of the terrorists and killed him.
Everyone started doing the same. Terrorists were dropping all over the
campsite, with none of those still upright understanding what was going on, as
they heard no shots. When those fifteen
were down, Bruce ordered, “Ike, Billy, hold fast. The rest of us, let’s get the sleeping ones.”
As the team headed into the camp, two
terrorists came out of their shelters.
They died before they even knew they were being fired at. The team systematically eliminated the rest
of those in the camp.
Meanwhile, Bear used an unrolled rag-head
cover as a hood, bound Usamani’s hands with a piece of rope and, using the
dangling extra length of it, led him out of the headquarters building. He was carrying the other laptop. Bear looked around, saw other members of the
team going into, then emerging from various buildings, crinkled up the corner
of his mouth, and stood still, until everyone was convinced the camp was empty
of living terrorists. As Bruce headed
his way, Bear smiled. “Got the laptop—didn’t
look for anything else.”
“Nice work with your prisoner. Took some balls, fella.”
Bear smiled before he replied, “Just seemed
like a good idea at the time. After we
chased this bastard all over Oman Yemen
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