Today’s
excerpt is from Assassin I Am, a stand alone book featuring Fred Dupree and several
old friends. Hector Garcia starts aiding
Fred in his “terrorist elimination” mission.
Enjoy and have a fantastic day.
m.j.
On the flight
west, Fred called Hector Garcia, using a private number he had been given. “Mr. Garcia—this is Fred Dupree.”
“Can the ‘Mr.’
stuff, general. It’s ‘Hector’ and I’m
just a poor old master sergeant.”
“Not too ‘poor’, from what I was told, Hector.”
“Yeah, I’ve got
a peso or two—but still just a master sergeant.
The reason I asked our mutual friends to have you call me is we’ve had
several ragheads coming and going from the mosque you plan to visit with
prejudice. I’ve had my people take
pictures of all, and run facial IDs on them.
None look like Houthi, and none of the facials match up either. But we both know it really doesn’t take much
to fool the facials system. In looking
closely at the photos, I don’t think he was one of them. But something is definitely going on in there,
besides what should be.”
“Do you have any
sort of ‘ears’ on the place?”
“Yes, but
nothing inside. Haven’t picked up
anything of interest. You might give
Harvey Puckett a call and have him pull his people off. They’re good, but not good enough. Took my guys about half an hour to spot
them. As stupid as most ragheads are,
they probably haven’t spotted them. But
let’s be safe…if you agree.”
“I’ll get right
on it. If they’ve been spotted, they’ll
more than likely be seen leaving the area.
Thanks for the heads up.”
“You’re
welcome. On to other matters. I have a couple of choppers with infrared,
and will start routine coverage to keep track of how many are inside. Also have full layouts of all three mosques
you’re after. Must tell you, the other two
don’t seem to have much going on of concern right now. Oh, your Homeland guys are doing a better job
there. At one of them, your people are
set up in a building owned by a friend.
I called your big boss at Homeland and offered to get them set up there. The other one—the team sitting on it—is dug
in well. My guys never did spot
them. I had to go do it myself.”
Fred was
starting to see why it had been suggested he contact Hector. The thought, “‘Semi-retired’, bullshit,” did run though his mind before he
asked, “I was planning on a night raid—sound okay to you?”
“Yes—unless
something comes up to cause a daylight operation. If you need backup, I’ve got it. I was told you have a Marine for backup now,
but I’m talking about a larger force. I
have about ten guys I can fully trust on an operation like this—ones who’ve
been there and done that. Have a couple
of hundred former military fellas working for me, but not guys fully vetted for
this kind of action…or at least not in the U.S.”
“With the time
difference, we’ll be in about three hours from now, your time…around one in the
afternoon. What happens if a move is
needed before I get there?”
“I’ll take care
of it. Would just as soon not have to do
so…but will.”
“Understood—thanks. Guess I better get the Homeland guys there
moved pronto.”
“Good idea. See you when you get here. I already know where you’ll be landing. If anything comes up, I’ll call you before
taking any action.”
Fred immediately
called Harvey. “Boy, oh, boy,
friend—this guy Garcia is first-rate.
His people spotted ours at the main mosque deserving attention, and
suggested we move them. Told me his guys
could handle it—implying better. I have
to agree, if our guys were spotted by his.
Also, he’s got choppers with infrared, and is gonna keep an eye on the
inside, for head counts.”
“I’ll get them
moved out of the area right now. I was
told that under no circumstances was I to ignore any suggestions from Mr.
Garcia. I’m starting to see why.”
“Yeah—me,
too. Talk to you later.”
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