Today’s
excerpt is from Father Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps Series. Jim and
a few friends parachute into Iran, then capture one of the men responsible for
the trap that cost the Asps one man. Enjoy
and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
“Okay,
we’ll pick the lock, if it’s locked…very carefully to not make enough noise to
alert them. We’ll just assume there’s no
alarm system.”
Kye
joked, “You know where you find ‘assume’ in the dictionary, don’t you?”
As the
others were all smiling at her question, Jim laughed. “Yeah, yeah.
Come on.”
When
they reached the door, Jim turned the handle.
He found it was not locked. But
when he pushed gently against the door, it didn’t give. He frowned and took out a pick set to pick
the deadbolt above the handle. Then he
tried the door again. It opened without
a sound. Kye followed him into the
kitchen area. The two guards died
without ever knowing they were about to be shot, as Kye and Jim each killed one
of them.
Jim
whispered, “We’re in—two less guards to worry about…not Qods Force, by the
looks of their clothing. Now heading
toward the ballroom-type deal.”
Hector
replied, “We’re done in the tents.
Another thirteen guys…with twelve empty beds, so I’d say all the Qods
Force guys are now history. Damn near
ran into a bit of a problem—two of them were up for some reason. Fortunately they froze, so we got ‘em before
they could raise a ruckus. You want us
to come on into the house with you, Jim?”
“Yeah.
Come on through the back door—we’ll wait
for you here in the kitchen area.”
Just
as Jim spoke, one of the guards from the front room walked through a swinging
door, into the kitchen. Kye happened to
be looking right at the door when it swung open. She shot the guard in mid-forehead. He slumped to the floor without much sound, so
Jim hurried forward to pull him the rest of the way into the kitchen, thus
allowing the door to shut properly. He
looked at Kye, smiled, and nodded.
Those
two then patiently waited for Ben and Hector to arrive. When they did, the four, led by Jim, went
through the swinging door as they headed toward the large room, where the other
three guards were waiting to die.
They
did so with little problem, as the three men all fired one shot each before Kye
caught up with them—being the last in line through the door earlier. She quietly joked, “Thought I’d leave the
light stuff to you three.”
Jim
smiled. “Okay, let’s make sure the first
floor is empty before heading upstairs.
Ben…you stay near the bottom of the stairway. Just to make sure we don’t get surprised by
anyone wanting a glass of goat’s milk.”
After
the first floor was carefully searched for anyone alive—and it had been determined
there was no basement—Jim led the way up the staircase. There were five bedrooms upstairs…two were
empty. One was occupied by one of
Larijani’s daughters. She was quickly
subdued as Kye put a piece of duct tape over her mouth before putting a hood on
her head. Jim immobilized her with
several turns of duct tape wrapped around her arms and body. Her legs got the same treatment. The other daughter was found in another
bedroom by Hector and Ben. She was soon
trussed up in a like manner. Larijani
and his wife were found in the master bedroom, in two separate beds. While Ben and Hector gave Mrs. Larijani the
same treatment as her two daughters, Kye slapped duct tape on Larijani’s mouth,
while Jim held his Asp against the man’s throat. He was hooded and helped out of bed, before
being hustled to the stairs, then down to the study Kye had spotted in her part
of the first floor search.
Once
in the study, Jim soon had Larijani’s computer up and working. It took very little in the way of threats to
get the man’s access codes to various bank accounts around the world. Jim had long ago perfected a method of taking
money from the accounts of evildoers, before routing it into a seeming black
hole…to wind up in various offshore accounts of his. In this case, he started the process with a
pass through an al-Qaida account he had previously discovered.
When he
finished—taking nearly an hour to accomplish his task—he quickly shut down
Larijani’s computer, then disassembled it, to take the hard drive. “Okay, team, let’s hit the road.”
Ben
was put in charge of hurrying Larijani along, as he followed the others out of
the main house to a garage, where Larijani’s various cars were located. They picked a large sedan, piled in, and
drove off, with Jim driving. He knew
exactly where he was going. He soon
found the landing strip of Larijani’s nearest neighbor. In no time the team managed to get into the
man’s executive jet. They soon had its
engines warming, with Kye at the controls.
The noise of the engines alerted the owner his plane was warming up. He had no idea as to why. By the time he came fully awake to find out
why, Kye was in the process of taking off.
The confused man knew something was seriously wrong, but for the life of
him couldn’t figure out who could be stealing his plane in the middle of Iran
The
trip caused all types of commotion, but no plane of any of the nations involved
came close to giving chase of consequence.
While Kye did her thing, Jim was questioning Larijani, knowing full-well
the man hated to fly. The threat of
being tossed out of the plane was all Jim needed to get the full information he
wanted from his captive.
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