Today’s
excerpt is from Birth Of The Asps, Book #1 of the nine-book Asps Series. The new Asps team starts their first
operation. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
After they went forward a bit further, Bruce
dropped out and started getting himself situated, as Tony, Harry, and Bear went
on down the path. Further along, Harry
motioned for Tony to drop out—still further along, he stopped and found a place
to hunker down as well.
Bear went on down the path, until he saw
Dusty. He stopped, took off his mine
harness, and started pulling on the dead man’s clothing over his own. Finished, he picked up one of the mines and
went forward to a spot between Dusty and Kye.
As he passed Dusty, Dusty whispered, “Kye,
the guy coming down the path is Bear.
Don’t shot him. He’s wearing
clothing from a dead guy…I presume.”
Kye didn’t respond, and Bear smiled as he
left the path and worked his way down through the vegetation, to the clearing
on Kye’s side of the slight ridge that separated the camp’s two sides.
He walked out amongst several of the
terrorists, most still trying to sleep.
He nodded to a few and kept on until he found a nice place to leave the
mine. Then he slowly walked back the way
he had come.
Three more times, he did the same thing on
the other side of the ridge. After the
fourth and last mine was left behind, he found a place to settle in, that was
between Dusty and Harry.
Tony watched all of that with awe, and
marveled at the audacity of the man.
Dusty watched with a smile, but was neither surprised at his friend nor
that he brought it off without a hitch.
The rest of the team knew they had a winner amongst them.
With everyone settled in, Bruce whispered, “Okay,
team. We’ll start picking them off from
the far side of their camp. Try to herd
them toward us. Kye, you and Ike must
keep any of them from leaving their camp from the ends.”
Harry added, “Let’s try to take Mister Big
Shot alive…him and that dippy politician.
Uh, Dusty, what does he—the politician—look like, by the way?”
“Real black.
Short and—when I saw him—had on a suit.
My guess would be he’ll still be wearing it. He’ll be in the big tent with the head jackass…the
one with the light on inside. I’d say
try to wound, but not kill anyone else that comes out of that tent. When I was listening in, it sounded like
three or four guys in there with the would-be President of Dominica. I’m not a hundred percent sure which one is
the al-Qaida leader.”
Bruce nodded to himself. “Okay, fire at will.”
Eight silent rifles started shooting at that
point. The first to die were those
closest to the far side of the camp.
Nearly twenty of the terrorists died before anyone noticed. Then the alarm was sounded by a loud yell
that died with the man doing the yelling, but not before the camp was
alerted.
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