Tears And Terrorists, Book #4 of the Asps Series - Bear and Kye infiltrating terrorists.

Today’s excerpt is from Tears And Terrorists, Book #4 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Bear and Kye making progress to get inside the group of terrorists planning to overthrow the government of Nambia.   Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

Bear and Kye had established a friendly relationship with the travel guide, and when he again complained about the situation in Namibia, Bear innocently muttered, “I know what you mean.  Democracy is good for the ins, but not so hot for the outs, and the poor.  I think it would be exciting to just once see the fat cats get theirs.  My sister and I are excellent shots.  Sometimes when we practice, we put a picture of some hotshot in the bull’s-eye and shoot out the eyes first.”

The travel guide asked, “Just how good a shot are you, anyhow?”

“Excellent, if I do say so myself.  With a good rifle, can split a two-inch board in half from a mile.  So can my sister.  Up close—a hundred feet or so with a handgun—can hit a small coin every time…again, with a good weapon.”

The travel agent—who had agreed to join the revolution and was a trusted member due to his friendship with the man he’d talked to the day Bear and Kye had overheard them—asked, “Would you like to show me?  For real, I mean.  I know a nice place where we can shoot without being disturbed.”

“Sure.  Sightseeing is getting boring.”

They continued to talk, and after the travel guide found out where they were staying, he told them he and a friend would come by later in the day and take them to the firing range.  The ‘range’ turned out to be several miles out of Windhoek, and there were several people living in tents at the site.  Bear was given a rather nice sniper rifle and asked to fire it at a target less than half a mile away.  After checking the rifle over, Bear sighted in and hit the edge of the bull’s-eye.  He sighed, made an adjustment on the weapon, and fired three more shots.  All three were dead center, with the travel guide watching through binoculars.  Then he handed the rifle to Kye and she duplicated his feat.  Next Bear sighed and shook his head.  “This is too close to be a test.  Let’s move back a bit.”  The travel guide and his companion looked at each other and walked with Bear for a distance nearly twice as far from the target as they had been in the first place.  Bear took the rifle from Kye and proceeded to fire three shots into the bull’s-eye from what was now nearly a mile.  Kye followed suit, with three dead-on shots, also.

When they finished, the travel guide asked, “Would you like to join our little group?  We might be planning on dealing with, as you called them, the ‘fat cats’.”

Bear nodded.  “Perhaps.  But, obviously, I’d want to know more.”

“That can be arranged.  We have two new men who are going to do the training and, once they’re settled in, they may want to talk to you.  Expert shots can always be used, and you two are the best I’ve ever seen.”

He handed the binoculars to his friend and added, “We’ll drive you back to your hotel and contact you sometime tomorrow or the next day…if that is alright with you.”

“It is.”

Once back in their hotel suite, Bear checked for bugs, then called Bruce and told him of the day’s activities.  Bruce applauded him, and said to play it by ear and to stay in touch. 

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Fido, Book #3 of the Asps Series - Some light humor after a mission.

Today’s excerpt is from Fido, Book #3 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Returning from a mission, the team has some fun at Ike’s expense.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

On the trip, Harry suggested they fly into Billings and let Ike off, since his family lived there.  Harry would remember back to that decision with fondness.  When the plane landed in Billings and Ike started to get off, Harry looked at him and asked, “Do you have a key to get in?”

“Oh, for God’s sake, I forgot again—and Beth is working.  Naturally, the kids are in school.  Dammit all to hell.  When will I learn?”

Harry sighed.  “Probably never.  Come on, I’ll rent a car and take you home…and pick your front door lock for…what now, the third time?  You’re gonna have to learn how to pick locks, or start remembering your key.”

Harry looked at Bruce.  “You can forward my mail to the condo unit Jim set aside for us here in Billings.”

Bruce chuckled and asked, “What mail?  You haven’t gotten a letter in the last year, which I can think of.”

Harry shrugged.  “Yeah, well, you never know…one of these days.  Jack, you wanna tag along?  We might get lucky.”

“No, thanks.  The last time I went bar hopping’ with you, all I got was a nasty hangover the next day.  You damned Jarheads seem to have hollow wooden legs…uh, no offense, Sarah.”

“None taken…but don’t ask Bear about my drinking’ ability.”

When Bear and Sarah had met, she was sloppy drunk—for the only time in her life—and to his credit, he managed not to bring up the subject since.  Now, however, he smiled, “Best leave that one alone, if I don’t want to move to a new bungalow.”

 

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The Zimo Hunt, Book #2 of The Asps Series - Bye, bye "rooster."

Today’s excerpt is from The Zimo Hunt, Book #2 of the nine-book Asps Series.  MI6, SAS, and the Asps take out the “rooster.”  Enjoy and have a fantstic day. 

m.j.

 

Harry, Bruce, Tony, and Sergeant Squires then discussed their plan, after all agreed which tent was likely to contain Nuri Bekhit.  As all members of the combined team—which included another nine SAS members, besides Sergeant Squires, started to close in—those four eased forward, to the very edge of the camp.  Once there, they ordered their men to start systematically taking out any men in sight.  There were ten men clearly in sight, and silenced shots hit all ten in a span of less than a minute.  But, as the entire team started to close in on the camp, another man came out of a tent, saw his dead comrades, and gave the alert—just before he too died.

Harry, Tony, and Sergeant Squires hurried forward to the tent they felt sure would contain Bekhit, while Bruce slowly walked to the middle of the camp with the other members of the combined team, looking for possible targets.

As Harry, Tony, and Sergeant Squires neared the targeted tent, three men ran out, with guns raised.  They all died before they could fire.  Harry took out the man on his side, Tony took out the man in the middle, and Sergeant Squires downed the last of the three.  They walked forward, and Tony swore as he looked down at the body of Nuri Bekhit.

Harry just shrugged, “No chance of taking him alive, after that jackass gave the alarm.  So okay, we got a dead rooster, let’s see what we can find in the way of intelligence in the tent, Tony,” as he led the way into the tent.

Both Tony and the Sergeant spoke Arabic, and laughed because ‘Nuri’ meant ‘rooster’ in Arabic. 

 

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Birth Of The Asps, Book #1 of the Asps Series - The Asps start their first mission.

Today’s excerpt is from Birth Of The Asps, Book #1 of the nine-book Asps Series.  The raid to take out the al-Qaida terrorists on the Island of Dominica commences.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

With that, everyone else but Dusty and Key started following at a distance, behind Ike and Jack.  Ike had gotten a clear look at where the two men were, and as he and Jack got close, he motioned that they would be getting off the road and going into the tree line they were already walking very close to.  When they were about twenty feet from the two men they sought, Ike stopped, took out his Asp, and motioned that he would take the man standing on the left.  Jack nodded and took out his Asp.  About two seconds later, the two men died and crumpled to the ground.

Ike whispered into his headset, “Two down and out,” as he and Jack moved forward to make sure both men were, in fact, dead.

On hearing that, Dusty checked in.  “I heard.  We’re pulling out now.”

As Dusty started the truck and swung it around, the rest of the team caught up to Jack and Ike and all of them started walking up the road, to where it intersected with the tire tracks Dusty had found the night before.  As they walked forward, all had their handguns out, ready for any eventuality.

As they approached the tire tracks, they saw two more men about fifty feet in front of them.  Bruce and Harry raised their Asps and fired.  Both men fell dead where they were.

Tony watched and had heard nothing…absolutely nothing.  “My God, those things make no sound at all.”

Harry grinned.  “You might have heard something had you been closer to us, but they are real quiet.”

“I’d say that was a bit of an understatement, old friend.”

Harry just chuckled as he followed Bruce down the tire tracks.

 

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Sedona Chip, Book #9 of the Janitors Series - Border crossers get nasty surprise.

Today’s excerpt is from Sedona Chip, Book #9 of the Janitors Series.  Janitors take out a drug smuggling operation and the terrorists who came across the border with them.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

As he was talking, the two trucks started their engines and turned to leave.  Knowing the three men heading for the SUV had night vision goggles, Jim ordered, “Hold fast, for now.  Hector, after we take out these three, you take one truck.  Janet, you get the other one.”

Then Jim added, “Okay, I’m on the one in the middle; Dan, take the one to his right; Hector, you get the other one; Harry, the driver.  On a silent count of three.”

Roughly three seconds later, four nearly silent shots were fired.  All four targets died almost immediately.  Jim said, “Go after the trucks.  Holly and I’ll check on these guys, to be sure they’re dead and get those three backpacks.”

Hector turned his buggy and gave chase to the truck that had been nearest him.  Janet—driving another buggy, with Dan at the machine gun and Bruce alongside her—took off after the other one.  The buggies were much faster in that type of terrain, and both trucks were soon overtaken. 

Hector pulled alongside one of them and shouted, “Pull over.”  The response was a gun aimed at him.  He already had his Walther in his right hand, and shot the driver.  Then he growled, “Open up, boys and girls—they ain’t friendly.”

The truck Hector had overtaken—slowing with no driver—swerved into a high place in the sand, and slammed to a stop.  By that time, Harry was already raking the truck with the fifty-caliber.  Dan was doing the same to the other truck.  With the driver of that truck now dead, it soon ran into a small knoll, ran up on top of a small tree, and stopped. 

Long before Dan and Harry stopped shooting, everyone in both trucks was either dead or dying.  Hector got out, went to the truck he had chased, and crawled over the bodies, to cut open one of the backpacks.  It contained cocaine, which Hector tasted and spit out.

The other truck and dune buggy were about twenty feet from where he was, so Hector just walked over to the other buggy and asked, “Jan, you have any lipstick on you?”

She looked at him sort of funny, then remembered his story of this exploits with Harry in Mexico, and answered, “Sure.  Never leave home without it.”

She reached into the utility pocket of her black fatigues and handed the tube to Hector.  Hector asked, “Is the camera we use for identification in one of our buggies?”

Jim heard and replied, “Yeah.  In the one you were driving, Hector.”

Hector grinned.  “Thanks, amigo.  All these guys are dead, or close to it.  I’m gonna stir up some more woe for drug dealers.”

“Good.  Holly and I are wearing decon suits, so we’ll pull the backpacks off these three guys.  Then, we’ll drag ‘em over to within about ten feet of the buggy.  After that, we’ll test ‘em.  All four of our targets are dead, by the way.”

Jim had put two decontamination suits in his buggy before it was dropped.  It also had a portable set to test for various chemicals.  They also had a Geiger counter.

While Jim and Holly were taking the backpacks off the three men, Hector wrote (in Spanish) “Not here either,” on the windshield of one of the trucks, then took a picture of it.  Finally, he took pictures of the dead and dying—and of the mostly shot-up backpacks full of cocaine.

He grumbled, “When we get these developed, I’ll send them down to my in-laws and have them tack them up somewhere in Ensenada.  They’ll be seen, and the drug war will continue.”

As the other two dune buggies headed back to Jim and Holly, Jim was finding nothing other than explosives in his testing.  Holly, however, found what she didn’t want to find.  She swallowed.  “Damn, Jim—they’re ‘hot.’  The Geiger is going pretty good.”

Jim walked over to her, looked at the needle on the Geiger counter, and sighed.  “Okay, honey, back off.”

 

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Devil's Brew, Book #8 of the Janitors Series - Drew helps hood escape justice.

Today’s excerpt is from Devil’s Brew, Book #8 of the Janitors Series.  After getting the information the FBI Director wanted, Drew agrees to help the mob boss giving it to him with a planned escape from justice.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

As Drew led the Calabrese group into the computer room, Holly nodded in Jim’s direction and headed off to do as asked.  Without a word to anyone else, Drew led Angelo Calabrese and his two bodyguards to his own bedroom.  Once there, he asked the two bodyguards to remain outside the door, as he led the Don into the room. 

After a slight nod from Angelo Calabrese, the two bodyguards did as asked.  Inside, Drew turned to his guest and asked, “Care for something to drink, Angelo?”

Angelo was duly impressed with the room.  Each of the bedrooms in the Joint was, in reality, suite-sized.  In addition to an overlarge bathroom, ample closet space, dressers, and king-sized bed, the rooms also contained three large easy chairs, sofa, end tables, and a lavish bar.  He nodded and answered, “Yes, please.  Whatever you’re having is fine.”

Angelo had remembered from the only other time he and Drew had shared drinks—over a meal purchased by Angelo—what Drew had had to drink.  The aged sour mash Drew now poured over rocks for both men fit his taste pallet quite nicely.

After a clink of glasses, Drew tilted his head toward lone of the easy chairs.  “Have a seat and tell me what’s on your mind.”

Angelo sipped his drink, and looked directly into Drew’s eyes.  “One of my men—to my everlasting shame—has contracted to deliver a large shipment of military-grade weapons to a group that I am certain are terrorists.”

Drew crinkled up the corner of his mouth and took a piece of paper Angelo handed him.

As Drew glanced at the contents of the piece of paper, Angelo continued, “Tomorrow night those items will be delivered to that address, which, by the way, is a warehouse.”

“Do I get any details of how this came to pass?”

“My man—who had the misfortune to attempt to learn to swim with cement shoes—was more interested in profit than in just who he was selling those items to.  Fortunately another of my men came to me and told me of the proposed deal.  Oh, before I forget it, most of the more serious items on that list have been rendered useless…just in case whoever you turn this over to should somehow screw up and let the terrorists get away with the weapons.”

Drew smiled.  “Thank you for that bit of caution.  May I ask if you expect anything in return for this information?”

“Not a thing.”

“I thought not, but had to ask.  Now may I ask what your plans are?  Are you returning tonight to New York?  And will you be involved in the transfer of the goods?”

“No, to the last two items.  As to my plans, I will tell you on the condition of your silence.  Sort of like you were my priest.”

Drew laughed.  “Angelo, I’ve been called many things in my life, but never a priest.”  Then, remembering his promise to John Engle to keep Angelo’s pending arrest to himself, he thought, “Fair is fair,” before he continued, “Anything you tell me on the subject of your plans will remain with me.  Unless, of course, you plan to take out the President.  Your two home-state Senators, however, I might overlook.”

Angelo laughed and shook his now-empty glass.  As Drew got up to refresh their two drinks, Angelo looked at the ceiling for a moment.  “I’m getting out.  Your warning about the new FBI Director was correct.  He’s good, and I’m about to be arrested.  Please don’t ask how I know, but I do, and I need to get out.”

“When?”

“Now…tonight.  When I leave here.  You asking me to come here to give you this information was a blessing.  When we take off, we are not heading back to New York.”

As Drew handed Angelo his refilled glass, he asked, “Does your plane have the capability to reaching your destination without refueling?”

“No.  We will have to make one stop for fuel.”

“Since I have agreed to keep this to myself, may I ask the direction your flight will take?”

“South.”

“Would a refueling stop in Florida be satisfactory for you?”

“Yes.  You would help me in this matter?”

“Yes, Angelo, I would.  And will.  As you are aware, I was CIA.  I still have contacts, including the man—an old and very dear friend—who runs a secret airstrip in Florida used by CIA, and—for the most part—only CIA.  Let me give him a call.”

 

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Dead Silent Calm, Book #7 of the Janitors Series - Drew and Boris just get out of China before being discovered.

Today’s excerpt is from Dead Silent Calm, Book #7 of the Janitors Series.  Drew and Boris leave China just in time, and let Jim know to move forward with the plan to capture or take down the mad scientist.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

Back in China, Boris and Drew were just boarding their plane for the planned return trip to Japan—the cover story being that they would meet Steve there since he was involved in the “movie” preparations with Joyce.

Just as the plane was taxing down the runway for take-off, a high-ranking member of the Chinese intelligence community was routinely going over pictures of arriving “guests” to China when he spotted the pictures of Boris and Drew.  He jumped up from his desk and screamed at his nearest aide, “Come over here!  Now!  Do you know who these two are?”

The aide took the offered pictures and replied, “No, sir.”

“You are looking at two of the greatest spies of our lifetimes!  Boris Telman and Andrew F. Hollins!  Telman was KGB, known as the ‘Ghost’ since only a handful of people knew who he really was until the so-called ‘Cold War’ between the Soviet Union and America dissolved.  Hollins was CIA.  Both have now ‘retired,’ or so everyone has been led to believe.  Them coming here together, using false names, is clear proof that they have not retired.  Just exactly what they are doing working together I have no idea, but I plan to find out.  You, now, this instant, will work on nothing else.  Find out where they are staying and any information you can find out about the cover story of their visit!”

“Yes, sir.”

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As the aide hurried off, Boris and Drew were getting comfortable in the First Class section of their airliner for their trip to Tokyo, before heading to Atsugi to await the rest of the team, and Drew was sending a laptop message to Steve—which was in reality intended for Jim. 

The message simply read:  “Perfect site found.  Looking forward to seeing you when you return to Japan.”

When Steve received the expected message, he handed his laptop to Jim.  “Looks like we’re a go.”

Jim read the message and nodded.  “So it would seem.”

By prior agreement, the word “perfect” in front of “site found” indicated the Biao facility had been located and the GPS device left behind.  The remainder of the message simply meant that Boris and Drew were safely away from China and headed for Japan.

 

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