The Saltwater Connection, Book #6 of the Janitors Series - Buyers of kidnapped women in for a surprise.

Today’s excerpt is from The Saltwater Connection, Book #6 of the Janitors Series.  With the white slavery operation of the terrorists effectively shut down, the Janitors deal with a plane load of buyers just arriving.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

Aboard the plane, one of the two terrorists from the camp looked out the window and said to the other man sent with him as an escort, “I don’t see anyone.  Why aren’t we being greeted?”

The other camp terrorist looked out, past his companion.  “I don’t know.  Something must be wrong.”

Then he jumped up and hurried to the cockpit, just as the engines were being shut down.

Before he could offer any warning of possible trouble, the four pick-ups neatly blocked the plane.  The two on the front side of the wing were able to press right up against the landing gear.  Jim and Drew, approaching from the back side of the wing, couldn’t get to the landing gear, due to the downward slope of the wing, but parked up against the wing, effectively stopping any idea the pilots might have of movement.

The two terrorists from the camp ran to the door and opened it, guns drawn.  One peeked out.  Jim saw his gun and fired.  The shot hit the man in his right eye.  The man nearest him saw his comrade hit and rushed into the doorway to return fire.  His fate was sealed by a shot between the eyes.

In addition to the six “buyers” aboard, there were four bodyguards and the two pilots, also bodyguards.  Those aboard the plane heard Jim, in his excellent Arabic, yell out, “You aboard the plane.  Come out with your hands up.  You have five minutes.  If you are not all out in that time, we will blow up the plane.  Your choice.”

There was suddenly much excitement aboard the plane as the six rich—and, in some cases, titled—men, who thought of themselves as dignitaries, discussed and argued amongst themselves as to what they should do.  In the end, a Saudi Arabian prince shook his head.  “We have no choice but to do as they say.  They have shown they are perfectly willing to kill.  I have no intention of sitting aboard this plane when it blows up.  We can negotiate with them once we know who they are.  A few million dollars will buy anyone.”

With that he walked to the doorway of the plane.  “I’m coming out.  I have no weapon.”

One the bodyguards pushed a button, which lowered the steps of the plane.  The prince then started to step out.  Jim hollered, “Hands up.”

The prince puffed himself up and replied with the dignity of his status.  “I have no intention of raising my hands for a cut-throat bunch of ruffians.”

As he took a step downward, Jim shot him in the knee and he fell to the ground.  Then Jim yelled.  “Now, do you all understand I mean what I say?  Come out with hands up.”

With the prince rolling around on the ground in pain and muttering various Arabic oaths, another of the “buyers” came out, hands up, and walked down the steps to his companion.  He was followed by everyone else, save two of the bodyguards, who decided at the last minute to be clever.

As they all came out, Jim told them to stand alongside the plane.  When no one else was forthcoming from the plane, Jim looked at the group.  “All right, pick up your friend and help him to the middle of the runway while we blow up the plane.  We have no need for it and it’ll be easier to clear it from the runway in pieces than as a whole plane.”

The two bodyguards, not willing to surrender while their charges were in danger, made the foolish decision to offer resistance.  They rushed to the doorway, side by side, intent on shooting the first target they could see.  By that time, Drew had circled the plane and was behind the tail.  Even though his sight line was not the best, he could still see one of the two men and he fired, just as Jim did.  Jim hit both men and Drew one of them, as they both fell dead in their tracks, one falling out of the plane, the other sagging down in the doorway.

 

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The Tickleton Affair, Book #5 of the Janitors Series - Tickletons gone missing.

Today’s excerpt is from The Tickleton Affair, Book #5 of the Janitors Series.  Two “Tickletons” are missing.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

After Marty and Janet landed at the private airport they sought, they rented a car and drove to the plant of Buchanan Industries.  When they arrived, they were passed through the security apparatus there, and Janet was treated nearly as royalty.

They soon met Nancy and—after a few seconds of polite conversation, during which time first names were agreed to—Nancy drew Janet into a private office.  “Jan, I’d really like to talk a bit more, but we have a problem.  The Army is here to transport fifty items, and there are two missing from the container.”

“What kind of ‘items’?”

Nancy shook her head.  “I can’t tell you that.  Sorry.”

Janet looked confused for a moment.  Then the light dawned.  “Oh, the things we insure, that we have no idea what we have insured.”

“Yes.”

“Uh, how did they come to be missing?”

“I have no idea.  As I said, the Army is here to transport them and they were all there on Friday when we left the plant.  Two are now missing.”

Janet put her hand to her mouth and lightly rubbed her lips as she briefly digested what she had just heard.  “Could they have been stolen?”

“Yes and no.  Yes, they were obviously stolen, but they are still in the plant somewhere.”

“How can you be sure of that?”

“I can’t tell you.  Part of our security system.”

“Oh, come on.  Not knowing what the ‘items’ are one thing, but the security system is another matter altogether.”

“Dang it, I wish Arn was here.  I should probably call him, but if I do he’ll get up out of the hospital and come running down here against doctor’s orders.  Look, Jan, the deal is there’s something in the ‘items’ that will set off all sorts of alarms if someone tries to leave with them.  The section of the plant where they’re made is sealed off in such a way that they can’t even get out of that area without setting off alarms.  Only Arn and I can shut down the security system for them even to be transported out of there by the Army.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to start a search for them.  I’m sorry, you can’t accompany me to that area.”

Janet scratched her head.  “Okay.  Want me to wait here, or with Marty and the two FBI guys?”

“Whatever suits you is fine.”

 

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Toboggan, Book #4 of the Janitors Series - Nick's rear end needs attention.

Today’s excerpt is from Toboggan, Book #4 of the Janitors Series.  Phyllis plays doctor on Nick’s butt.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

Nick and Phyllis were well away from the lodge when Tony walked into Nick’s trap, but Nick thought he heard something when Tony yelled.  He hoped he knew what it was, but kept on going until he found a very large evergreen.  He worked his way under it, with Phyllis close behind.  In the dim light he looked around.  “I think this’ll have to do for now.  I think it’s time for nurse Phyllis to go to work on my butt.”

“You got hit there, too?”

“Feels like it.”

“Drop your drawers, buster.”

Nick sighed and did as told.  After taking off his horse blanket, he took off the waders, which he was extremely grateful to have, as he realized he wasn’t wet at all.  They had both used the folded down part of the horse blankets to cover their heads and were both almost totally dry.  Then he took off his trousers and lay down on the blanket.  Phyllis saw two red areas on his underpants and pulled them down, also.  She looked him over the best she could in the dimming light.  “Honey, we need a fire.  I’ll need it to see with, and I guess I’ll have to sterilize one of the knives from your knife collection to dig out those bullets.”

Nick chuckled.  “Those aren’t bullets…they’re shotgun pellets.”

“Well, whatever…they have to come out and I can’t see to do it.”

Nick realized she was right and pulled his trousers back on, leaving the shorts lying on the blanket.  Using one of his knives, he set about cutting off small branches from the lower-hanging limbs, much as Russell had done earlier.  Then he poured one of the little bottles of liquor from the plane onto the pile of branches and lit them with one of the matches he had “borrowed” from the line shack.

When he had a nice fire going, he took off his trousers and lay back down on the blanket.  Phyllis surveyed the situation again and got the smallest of the knives she could find.  She got one of the large bottles of liquor and squatted near the fire, holding the knife just above the flames.  Then she went over to Nick, turned slightly away from him, and poured some of the liquor on the knife, which sizzled as she did so.  She again looked at Nick’s backside and frowned.  “You know I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“I know, sweetheart.  Just do it the best you can.”

Phyllis silently nodded her head and put the knife to one of the small holes in Nick.  Since Tony had been much closer to Russell than he had to Nick, the pellets hadn’t imbedded far into Nick at all.  They all were less than an eighth of an inch below the skin surface and Phyllis had very little difficulty popping the first one out.  The pain was intense for Nick nevertheless, and he clutched his hands together and tightened up everywhere.  Phyllis noticed this, but poured a small amount of the alcohol onto the wound as she squeezed it, so the liquid would go in deeper.  Nick said nothing, but did groan slightly. 

One after the other, Phyllis did the same thing.  By the time she finished the fourth one, tears were rolling down her face, as she knew the pain she was causing Nick.  She hated to be hurting this man she had come to love in so short a time, but she knew what she was doing had to be done.

When she had popped out the last pellet, she sagged forward and paused for a few moments before pouring alcohol on the last of the wounds, dabbing it with gauze from the first aid kit, then putting a band aide on it.  When she had finished covering all the wounds, she slumped back.  “All finished, Nick.  I’m so sorry to have hurt you so much.”

Without bothering to put his trousers back on, Nick turned, sat on his knees, and took Phyllis into his arms.  “Darling, nothing to be sorry about.  It had to be done, and thank you so much for doing it.  You were very brave to do that.”

With her face still wet, Phyllis gave him a big hug and kissed him, then she started to laugh.

“What’s so damn funny?”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t have any mascara on when I was doing that.  With all my silly tears, you would have had black goo on your butt along with blood.”

 

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NOTE:  The next posting will be this coming Wednesday.  Guess who is going on  a short vacation? 

Dog Pound, Book #3 of the Janitors Series - Bad guys move ahead with plan after kidnapping.

Today’s excerpt is from Dog Pound, Book #3 of the Janitors Series.  Now knowing the plan was right on schedule, Lloyd moved ahead with the next step.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

As soon as Dale Martin returned to the hotel, he called Lloyd Wallace.  “They’re at sea, no problems.”

“Thank you, I’ll be in touch,” replied Lloyd.  Then he hung up and sighed in relief.  There was no point in telling Martin the police had already called with the information that Billie Jo Lane had apparently been kidnapped.

That had come about because her friend, who owned the Suicide Prevention Center, told the police she was staying at the Hawaiian Sunset.  The police, in turn, contacted the manager there and were told that her manager was also staying at the hotel.

After taking a deep breath, Lloyd called the police and asked for Sergeant Mark Yomo, the policeman who had called him earlier.  When he had Sergeant Yomo on the line, he nearly whispered, “I’m afraid your suspicion that Miss Lane had been kidnapped was correct.  I just received a ransom call.  They want five million dollars.” 

Detective Sergeant Yomo sat up in his chair.  “I’ll be right over.  It’s best you stay in your room for now, in case they call back.  Do I have your permission to tap your phone?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Please give me your cell phone number, and we’ll tap it as well.”

Lloyd did as asked, then hung up.  His next steps were already planned.  He called Abe Finefield, the head of Gibbon Studios, who were due to start shooting the new Billie Jo Lane film in less than three months.  “Abe, this is Lloyd Wallace.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Sorry, Abe.  I’m calling from Hawaii.  Billie Jo has been kidnapped.”

Abe Finefield sat bolt upright in his bed and screamed, “What!  Kidnapped?  How?”

 “I don’t have all the details yet, but I have received a ransom call demanding five million dollars.  Billie Jo doesn’t have that much in liquid assets at this time—maybe half, if I scramble.  Can I count on you for help on that front?”

“Hell, yes!  We’ve got to get her back.  Have you contacted the police and FBI?”

“Just the police.  They contacted me before the kidnappers did.  When they called, they weren’t sure she’d been kidnapped, but the ransom call to me verified she had.”

“I think the FBI should be contacted at once.”

“I agree.  As soon as I hang up with you, I’ll call them.”

“Good, get to it.  How do I contact you?”

“I’m at the Hawaiian Sunset, room 1472.”

“Thanks.  I’ll be in touch.”

After hanging up with Abe, Lloyd called the local FBI office.  When he had someone on the line he swallowed. “Hello, this is Lloyd Wallace, the manager for Billie Jo Lane.  She’s been kidnapped, with a ransom of five million dollars demanded for her safe return.”

The voice on the line replied, “Just a moment, sir.”

Soon thereafter a voice came on the line.  “Hello, I’m Special Agent Justin Morehead.  May I be of service?”

“Yes, sir.  I’m Lloyd Wallace, Billie Jo Lane’s manager.  She has been kidnapped and I received a ransom demand.”

“Have the local authorities been contacted?”

“Yes.”

“In cases like this, they have jurisdiction unless we have reason to believe that Miss Lane has been transported across state lines.  There’s little we can do except advise and be of any assistance the local authorities may request.”

“A Sergeant Yomo is on his way to see me right now.  Could you possibly stop by also, at my request?  I’m at the Hawaiian Sunset, room 1472.”

“Yes, very well.  I’ll come right over.”

“Thank you.”

 

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Back To Iraq, Book #2 of the Janitors Series - Janitors get okay to take out al-Qaida facililty in Iraq.

Today’s excerpt is from Back To Iraq, Book #2 of the Janitors Series.  Less than two days after the Islamic 9/11 attack on America, the okay is given for the Janitors to take out an al-Qaida facility inside Iraq.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

When Ted returned to the White House, he went into conference with General Bradley.  The general liked the plan and took it into the President when the President’s time permitted.  He handed the copy given him by Ted to the President.  “Jim Scott has drawn up a plan to take out that underground facility in Iraq near the town of Hit that we have discussed a few times already.”

“Will it work?”

“I think so, sir.  You know Scott…he seldom misses…  Make that never misses, as far as I know.”

“Can he bring it off without it becoming public knowledge?”

“I’m sure he can.  Who would broadcast the fact?  Certainly not the Iraqis.  Whatever that place is, you can bet that it is something that shouldn’t be.  On our end, only you, I, Ted, and the Janitors will know.  Oh, some of the support people they have asked for—airlift types et cetera will know—but what will they really know?  Only that the Janitors went in and came out.

“Sir, if we’re lucky, this is an al-Qaida facility and we can hit bin Laden where he least expects it…and soon.  I can lay on the things Scott needs in about two hours.  He said he needs about an hour’s notice.  It sure would be nice to smack bin Laden back within 36 or so hours.  Just a damn pity we’d have to keep it to ourselves.  The public could sure use that kind of a boost.  However, it would make the job of coalition building very difficult if it leaked out.”

“That was my real concern when I asked if we could keep it under our hats.  Do you see any reason not to give him the go ahead?”

“None, sir.”

“Do it.”

“Yes, sir,” a very happy General Bradley said as he turned and left the Oval Office.

Four hours later, the Janitors were on their way to Iraq. 

 

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Baghdad Butcher, Book #`1 of the Janitors Series - Jim reported dead.

Today’s excerpt is from Baghdad Butcher, Book #1 of the Janitors Series.  Jim is reported dead.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

While Jim and Holly had been climbing the pier ladder, followed by Jim’s shooting feat, the main occupant of the limo had placed a call from the car.  It was placed to Canada, to Thunder Bay, Ontario.  Ramirez/Buribi answered and listened as his number one in Los Angeles said, “The deed on the fax has been completed.”

“Both?”

“Yes.  We set a trap.  Last seen going for a swim in their car.  He was already hit by our fire.”

“Doesn’t sound very healthy.  Thank you for the report.”

Without further words, the connection was broken, and Ramirez/Buribi placed a call to Washington, D.C.  His message was almost word-for-word the same as the one he had received.

After he hung up, the man in Washington thought, “I’m surprised Scott walked into their trap so easily.  I wonder if he’s really dead.  I’d be a lot happier if they had his body.”

The more he thought about it, the more he worried.  While a dead Jim Scott would be a wonderful thing, an alerted Jim Scott would be all the more dangerous.

Arriving at that conclusion, he decided not to call off his warning to Baghdad, and hoped that Buribi kept his mouth shut as well.

 

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Assassin I Am (More Books) - Rosemary approved.

Today’s excerpt is from Assassin I Am, a standalone book featuring Jim Scott and friends, with some new characters.  Rosemary is approved as Fred’s partner.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

After Harvey returned everyone got a drink and sat down.  Harvey grumbled, “First order of business is…”

Fred interrupted, “First order of business is how are Erv and Ray?” 

The “Erv” mentioned by Fred was Erwin Hartman, one of Fred’s normal pilots, who was a former Navy pilot.  “Ray” was Raymond Hoffmeyer, the other pilot, and a former Marine pilot.

Harvey answered, “Ray is out of the hospital.  Just a badly sprained wrist and a few other dings—he’s good to go.  Erv has a broken lower leg and is here in D.C.—actually, they both are—and Erv should be out of the hospital sometime today.  He also has other dings, but the leg is his main problem.  As to him flying anytime soon, I don’t know.  I do know both of us will be very happy when they can fly again, in case you pull off another stunt…like that package sitting in the middle of the floor.  Speaking of that, how much?”

“I estimated the two larger bundles have about a million to a million two.  Mine is less, I’d say about nine hundred grand.”

“That’s one hell of a lot of money for ‘expenses’, as approved by our bosses.  I know, I know, Fred—don’t even say it.  Both of those fine men have approved you keeping a bit of the ‘found’ money you run into, for expenses—to help hide what you’re really up to…but close to a million is…well, never mind.  Keep it.  Now, back to my ‘first thing’ we have to discuss…”

Fred held up his hand and interrupted again…“Hold on.”  As he stood up and went to his war bag, he took out a large manila envelope and handed it to Harvey.

As Harvey opened it, Fred muttered, “The one with the larger center bullseye is mine.”

Harvey took out the four targets, looked at them, at Rosemary, then at Fred.  “I’d have to see this to believe it—but since I’m looking at it, I guess I do believe.  Okay…nice shooting, Miss Williams.  But back to my problem, Fred.  Justice is already pissed—and when they find out she’s working with us, all hell may well break loose.  I assume it’s a done deal that Miss Williams is gonna stay with you, right?”

“You take it right, Harv.  Rosemary is with me as long as she wants.”

“Okay, I’m not even gonna fight you on it.  But Fred, how much does she know?”

“Probably all of it, from the little I’ve told her…and what she figured out on her own.  In addition to being one fine asset in the field, she’s sharp as a tack.”

“Okay, Miss Will…Rosemary…you do understand Fred is in some ways a glorified assassin, don’t you?  Are you comfortable with having that kind of label as well?”

“Yes.  Assassin I am.  On top of being wildly in love with Fred, I have so much respect for him, I could spit.  On top of that, I owe these stinking ragheads a large slug of payback—they killed my father and my brother.  Both were Marines killed in action, fighting terror.  Time to give the bastards a dose of their own medicine.”

“Fine—you go right ahead.  But for now, you do so as an unemployed side-kick of friend Frederick.  In time I’ll have the one of our bosses deal with Justice, and you’ll become an employee of Homeland Security.  Fred, feel free to let her in on everything, I guess.  Know you would anyhow, so may as well give my blessing.  If the Secretary and Director have a cat over it, I’ll stand the heat.  One thing, Rosemary—I need your absolute pledge that you will never tell anyone the actual truth of what we’re up to…no matter how pissed you may get at Fred somewhere down the line.”

“You have it.  Also remember…I have already killed a man in cold blood…which is murder, under the law.  I blab, and I fry, too.” 

“Glad you understand.”  

 

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