Today’s
excerpt is from Assassin I Am, a stand alone book featuring new character Fred
Dupree, along with Jim Scott and friends.
Fred and Rosemary run into trouble while taking down an ISIS
mosque. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
Fred went forward
to make certain they were dead, with Rosemary walking next to him. Finding no pulse on either, Fred checked his
phone, just as Hector warned, “You got company headed your way.”
Fred didn’t
reply, just showed the screen of his phone to Rosemary and pointed to the
right. The screen showed two men to the
right of them, headed in their direction, and two coming toward them from the
left of the large room they were now standing in front of. Rosemary nodded and walked toward where the
two men to her side were likely to show up shortly. Fred did the same to the right.
Rosemary spotted
her two an instant before they spotted her.
She shot one and, before the other could react, she fired another
killing shot. Fred did nearly as well,
except he was seen at the same time he saw his two targets. One was raising his weapon as Fred shot him,
but the other one shouted before Fred’s second shot ended the shout, and he
ordered, “Reload.”
Rosemary ejected
the partially emptied clip in her weapon, put it in the utility pocket of the
new pants Fred had thought to get for her while they were in D.C., and put in a
new clip. Fred did the same thing.
As Hector
muttered, “Oh, shit,” nine men coming from three different locations were soon
headed to where the shout had come from.
Hector didn’t bother warning Fred and Rosemary, as he knew they would be
expecting trouble. Instead, he turned
off his communication set and indicated to his driver to do the same as they
both exited the SUV.
The driver
followed Hector as he raced to the front door of the mosque. As he ran, Hector explained, “I’ve only got
the key to the front door, but luckily it’s nearer where our people are. They are inside the entrance in front of that
large room where the ragheads do their kneel-down crap.”
Three came at
Rosemary from the same direction as her first two. They came ready to shoot. Rosemary stood firm, without even the thought
to flinch. She fired the first shot of
the battle, killing one of them. The
other two opened fire and—typical of Islamists—weren’t the best of shots. Only one shot grazed Rosemary’s vest, while
she fired two more shots…both fatal.
Meanwhile, Fred
had his own fish to fry as four headed toward him. He killed two before they could open
fire. The other two were firing at him
as he killed the third. But the last one
to die had nicked his left arm. The
fourth man hit him in the shin of his right leg, causing him to lose his
balance and fall to the floor. His right
elbow hit the floor, sending searing pain through his arm momentarily. In that moment, his gun fell from his
hand. It slid away from him and, rather
than reach out for it, he painfully reached up with his right hand, snatched
the knife at the base of his neck, knelt, and threw it at the man, even as he
was hit three times in his vest, taking his breath away. The knife flew true to the neck of the
terrorist.
As Fred eased
over to his gun and picked it up, the imam and the other man still alive in the
mosque came into the large room. The man
with the imam had his weapon raised.
Still on his knees, Fred shot and killed him, while Rosemary—seeing that
he hadn’t yet raised his gun, shot the imam in the knee, then in the forearm,
above his weapon.
With Fred on his
knees, Rosemary raced to the imam and growled, “Move an inch, you
son-of-a-bitch, and I’ll blow your balls off.”
The imam froze
until Rosemary jerked his hands behind his back and secured them with a plastic
restraint Fred had taught her how to use before they left Sedona.
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