Bear's War, Book #5 of the Asps Series - Two captured terrroists are about to get a plane trip to Jim's ranch.

Today’s excerpt is from Bear’s War, Book #5 of the nine-book Asps Series.  After capturing two terrorists in Los Angeles, Hector, Dan, and Janet ditch their car before taking them to Jim’s ranch for some quality time asking questions.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

When Janet reached the parking lot, Hector tossed the keys to the terrorists’ car to her.  “It’s the blue Saab.”

Janet had already figured that out as she scanned the parking lot, but said nothing, got into the car, and soon was following Dan and Hector.  About half a mile later, Dan pulled to a curb and stopped, with Hector and Janet doing the same right behind him.  Janet, who had put on gloves and a tight-fitting scarf before getting in the car, got out, leaving the keys in the ignition, windows down, and got in with Dan, who drove off, with Hector following along.  Janet glanced over at Dan.  “If that car is still there by the time I wake up, I’ll make breakfast for the next month.”

“You’re safe.  It may be gone by now.  I made sure to pick a neighborhood where the likelihood of the car not being stolen is next to nothing…especially since I don’t even have to ask if you left the keys in it.”

“And with the windows down.”

“Beautiful, great in bed, and smart as a whip…I’m a lucky man.”

“Yes, you are…and I’m a lucky woman.”

 

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Tears And Terrorists, Book #4 of the Asps Series - Judy tells of the hell she suffered in Iranian secret prison.

Today’s excerpt is from Tears And Terrorists, Book #4 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Judy tells Janet and Sarah what happened to her in the secret Iranian prison.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

The other thing that happened was a light snow starting to fall at the ranch.  Even though it was late March, snow was not unusual for Montana that time of year.  Sarah, Janet, and Judy sat and watched the snowfall, and Judy sighed.  “It’s so beautiful.”

Janet joked, “Yeah, if you don’t have to shovel it or go out in it.  Your shopping trip to Billings waits until after this melts.”

Judy nodded and smiled, “Maybe I can put on another pound or two by then.  This morning I was up to one oh three.  Either I weighed wrong, you weighed me wrong the other day, or I’m putting it on fast as all get out.  Anyhow, I’m feeling better each day…and remembering more.  What I didn’t want to say in front of the guys is what happened to me in that prison and since.  Oh, by the way, part of the reason I quit drinking was because I was getting fat.  Was up to a hundred and thirty-eight.  By the time the boat went down, I was back to one twenty-two or so.”

Then Judy told her story as she now remembered it.  After being raped repeatedly in all manner of ways, she was started on heroin.  At first it was to see if she was telling the truth.  All the members of the team had a story to give the Iranians if caught.  The story was that teams had been monitoring all the Iranian nuclear facilities for years from a distance to see what kind of activity took place, when it was announced they would be publicly inspected by the Atomic Energy Agency.  While that was a lie, it did match what they were really going to do and seemed to be the best story line, since it was so close to the truth…and would give the Iranians something to think about.  The drugs were used just to keep Judy in line and have her begging for it, to the point she would do anything, including offering sex on a constant basis to the guards and others…including the drug runner the guards had worked out a deal with to take drugs for various favors.  Finally, the drug runner decided he wanted Judy full-time and made a deal with two of the guards…drugs for her.  He bought her for drugs, and a phony escape was arranged.  She was more than happy to go along with it, since she would have a steady supply of drugs.  Then the story got a bit fuzzy.  Judy admitted she was so hooked on drugs she couldn’t remember everything.  She did remember the drug runner giving her alcohol and remembered binge drinking.  But she still had no idea how she got to Los Angeles, other than one reference she remembered when her drug dealer said something about going home if she was a good girl.

When she finished her long rambling story, Judy added, “So you can see why I didn’t want to talk about all that in front of Jim and Dan.   I was too embarrassed and too ashamed that I willingly gave myself up for drugs.  Still am.  Painful memory.  I’m sick at heart for what I’ve done, even if I understand why.  One good thing, even though I remember the feeling of the drugs, I don’t really have a craving.  Must admit though, if someone wanted to shoot me up right now, I might be tempted.”

Janet nodded.  “Yeah, I can understand that.  Have known addicts who managed to quit and say they still wanted the stuff years later…had just managed to control the urge.  What an awful story, Judy.  My heart goes out to you.  It could have been me, or Sarah, or even Holly, and we’d have done the same thing as you.”

Sarah sighed.  “Yeah.  Real easy for me to understand.  I almost got hooked on morphine when I lost my leg.”

Judy tilted her head and asked, “You lost a leg?  I couldn’t tell.”

Sarah smiled.  “Thanks.  Yeah, lost it in Iraq…along with my first husband.  Roadside bomb deal.”

The three women continued to talk into the night, watching the snowfall and talking about happier things.

 

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Fido, Book #3 of the Asps Series - Jim and Holly need a ride.

Today’s excerpt is from Fido, Book #3 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Before Drew and Boris can question their prisoner in depth, Jim calls needing to arrange a ride in their plane.”  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

When the plane was airborne, with Suzan and Janet in the cockpit and Boris and Drew in the cabin with their prisoner, Drew, using the Chinese dialect Wu, asked, “I take it there’s more than a little history between you and our prisoner…not to mention your friend back there at the ranch?”

Using the same language—certain, as was Drew, that Taraki could not understand it—Boris answered, “Oh, yes…more so with my friend.  He was in charge of the region where this idiot operated.  He believed our prisoner was working for us…when, in fact, he was working for or with the Taliban…or al-Qaida.  A good number of our men died and, when my friend at the ranch figured it out, this fine hooded fellow was nowhere to be found.  I’m sure your people used him well…not that I blame you or your former employers…fortunes of war, so to speak.”

Just as Drew started to say something else, his phone vibrated.  He saw it was Jim and said, still using Wu, “Hello, son-in-law.  What may I do for you?”

In English, Jim asked, “I assume there’s a reason you’re using Wu?”

“There is.  We have a guest in hood on the plane with us.”

“And you don’t think he can speak Wu?”

“Correct.  What, I again ask, may I do for you?”

“Pick up Holly and me, along with two men in need of passports, in Managua.”

“And how are you getting there, pray tell?”

“By bus.  And not a very nice ride it is.”

“Do we have time to return to the ranch where we met you recently?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure you do.  If we’re ready to be picked up before noon tomorrow, it will be an upset.  Not on a scale of the Cubs ever winning the World Series again, but an upset still.  I’ll call you when I think we’re a few hours from needing a taxi ride to Montana.”

 

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The Zimo Hunt, Book #2 of The Asps Series - Rooster hunt before Zimo hunt.

Today’s excerpt is from The Zimo Hunt, Book #2 of the nine-book Asps Series.  Asps bump into their British friends while both are hunting the same “rooster.”  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

Soon after Ike spoke, Jack asked, “Mm, guys, see that sentry, or whatever?

Harry saw and raised his sniper rifle.  The terrorist in question was moving up behind Tony and Sergeant Squires.  Harry squeezed off his shot and the terrorist fell dead, just feet from the two English subjects.  As the body fell into vegetation behind them, those two turned, saw the dead man, then started looking around for who had fired the killing shot.  When he was sure Tony was looking in their direction—and no one else was—Bruce waved his hand.  When spotted, he nudged Harry.  “You can move faster than I can.  Go on down.  We’ll hold fast, until you give us the all clear.  I agree with Ike—no sense getting killed by SAS…or MI6…or both.”

Once Tony spotted Bruce waving, there was no chance of that.  He quickly spoke into his communication set—which was similar to those worn by the Asps—and told his men to hold fire…on the man heading toward him and Sergeant Squires.  When Harry arrived, Tony tilted his head to the rear.  “Thanks for whoever eliminated that fellow behind us.”

“You’re welcome.  Call off your people, while my team comes down.”

Tony smiled and told his team again to hold fire, then Harry told Bruce, Ike, and Jack to come on down.  When they got there, Bruce looked at Tony.  “Looks like we’re after the same prey.  We’d sorta like to ask him a few questions…then you can have him.”

Tony nodded, “Seems fair.  First, we have to get the scoundrel…I take it you had a plan of some sort, Yank.”

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 - Dusty and Kye getting to know each other.

Today’s excerpt is from Birth Of The Asps, Book #1 of the nine-book Asps Series.  On an undercover mission posing as husband and wife, Dusty and Kye getting to know each other better (with a bit of humor) as they make plans.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

As they had their coffee and light breakfast, Kye asked, “What are our plans for today?”

“We’ve got to rent a truck of some kind…oh, and figure out what a nice married couple would be doing with a truck.”

“We want to take back a truckload of the lovely flowers they have here.”

Dusty looked at Kye with a grin.  “You came up with that awfully quick.”

“Not really.  I know the others are gonna be coming over in that boat Jim bought and will need transportation to the camp for them and their equipment, so while you were off doing your thing, I did some thinking and came up with the flowers.”

“Good job.  Good thinking…especially for a Marine.”

“Hold it, squid.  You were doing fine before you added those last four words.”

“Yes, ma’am, Colonel, ma’am.”

They both laughed, then Dusty asked, “I don’t suppose that your thinking came up with just where to rent said truck, did it?”

“Transportation is the Navy’s job.  Marines do the fighting.”

“Touché.  Off that subject, I do have a question.  What was the idea of telling me you were a lesbian?”

“I did no such thing.  I do apologize for implying it, however.  I didn’t know you, and that seemed the easiest way to make sure I wouldn’t be fending you off down here, rather than tending to business.”

“You could have just said officers and enlisted folks don’t mix…against regs.”

“Would that have stopped you?”

“Not if I found you the least bit attractive.”

“Oh, that’s good…you rat.”

“Married would have stopped me…even if you were the least bit attractive…Whatawaste.” 

“Now it starts.  Look, Dusty, either way, I’m sorry.  Had I known what a nice guy you are and how well you think things out, I wouldn’t have used that ploy.”

 

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Sedona Chip, Book #9 of the Janitors Series - Dirty bomb threat.

Today’s excerpt is from Sedona Chip, Book #9 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  After outlining a general plan to capture/kill a terrorist planning to enter the U.S. with a dirty bomb, Holly and Janet leave the others to round up food.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

By ten the next morning—with the Janitors having only slept a few hours—they were all up and having coffee at a hastily arranged conference room, supplied by the Commanding General, at the request of General Bradley.  Jim had been the first one up, calling the General and telling him where they were and what they needed.  He also alerted him to the probability of catching Safiy Nasser, as he crossed the border into the United States.

After arranging for the needs of the Janitors, General Bradley reported their success to the President.  He asked, “Ellis, how do they do it?  In less than two days, they’ve already tracked him down, when the FBI, CIA, and everyone else is groping around in the dark.”

“I have no idea how they do it, sir, and I doubt you really want to know.  Just be damn glad they do.”

“Amen.”

As they were being discussed in the White House, Jim sighed.  “Okay, Hec, first let me tell you what we accomplished, then it’s your turn.”

It took Jim only about ten minutes to briefly cover the events in Canada, and he concluded by saying, “In summation, this damned guy up there was supposed to be the banker, in Krugerrands, for a whole list of terrorists in our country.  We have the list.  When we finish here, I’ll give John a call and fill him in.  Your turn.”

Hector filled Jim in on what he and Harry had done, showed him on the map where the crossing would take place, and told him it would be around midnight.  When he finished, Jim patted him on the shoulder.  “Great work, guys.  Now, I guess we have to figure out how to nab him tonight.  We better get Wendy in here, since it looks like we’ll have to do a night drop to get our buggies and us in place.  We can also have her monitor things with the infrared on the plane.  I’ll call her.  Holly, Jan, round us up some food.”

Holly smiled, “From where?”

“If it was easy, I’d have had Hector do it.”

“Up yours, Major.”

Holly, Dan, Janet, and Jim busted out laughing at that.  Then Jim explained to the others that a former member of the Janitors, named Billy Longbow, had used that expression more than once when aggravated at Jim.

Now sobered somewhat, Holly jerked her head.  “Come on, Jan, let’s go get food for the troops.”

Holly, knowing General Bradley had arranged the conference room and how the General worked, drove straight to the commanding officer’s office, went in, and announced who she was and who she was with.

General Bradley had told the Marine Commanding General that these people were to be treated as he would treat the President.  He promptly invited Holly and Janet into his office and decided that—even without the orders he’d received—these two women could have anything they wanted from him.  One being the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen (with body to match), and the redhead being no slouch, either.

After a polite exchange of greetings, Holly simply got to the point.  “We need food.  And we don’t have time to be running all over your nice base to find same.”

“Will half an hour, at the conference room you’re using, be suitable?”

“Yes, sir.”

 

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Devil's Brew, Book #8 of the Janitors Series - Goose needed.

Today’s excerpt is from Devil’s Brew, Book #8 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  Needing a second C-130 for the pending mission into Syria, they also need a crew for the second plane and Tim already has that solved.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day.

m.j.

 

By the time those calls were completed, Air Force Colonel Timothy Scalley and Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Wendy Austin, pilot and co-pilot respectively of the C-130 the Janitors routinely used, had arrived.  Jim explained fully what the coming operation would entail.  He also told them of the second C-130.  When finished, he asked, “Any problems with filling out crews for the second plane?”

Tim shook his head.  “No, Jim.  Wendy can pilot the second plane and have one of our two loadmasters, our engineer and navigator.  I can take care of the other crewmembers, except a co-pilot for Wendy.  Wendy?”

“Know just the guy.  Who’re you usin’?”

“A retired two-star—Goose Kovarik.”

Wendy tilted her head to one side.  “Come again?  Goose?”

General Bradley laughed.  “Picked up the nickname when a damn goose crashed his party, as it were.  A goose came through the windscreen of his 130.  Should have killed him.  Fate was on his side.  He’d dropped something—don’t remember what just now—but anyhow he was having difficulty reaching it and told his co-pilot to take the controls while he bent way over to pick up whatever it was.  Saved his life.  Damned goose hit the windscreen and went off like a hand grenade.  They were, fortunately, already in the traffic pattern, and went ahead and landed without further incident.  Seems some geese had decided to use the base as their new home.   After he landed, covered in blood and goop from the damned goose, he walked toward a hanger, saw a goose, and saw a baseball bat one of the guys had left near the hanger door.  Picked up the bat and smacked the goose in the head.  He had a cook prepare the stupid bird, and then he and his crew ate it.  Know him well, by the way, Tim.  Flew some 130 missions for CIA during the build-up to Desert Storm.  Did a real nice job.  You don’t know this, Jim, but he dropped you and your Fox teams in.”

Jim nodded.  “Didn’t know who the pilot was, but he did a great job.  I take it he’s still a viable pilot.”

Tim nodded.  “Sure is.  Has his own plane and flies all the time.  Met him after he had retired, but understand he was one helluva 130 pilot in his day.  He was doing some consulting work over at the Pentagon when General Bradley got me parked there.”

 

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