Deadly Cargo: A chilling naval terrorism thriller by Rich Johnson

Author:Rich Johnson [Johnson, Rich]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Endeavour Press
Published: 2017-09-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-three

October 31st – Panama

Josh felt the buzz in his pocket before he heard the soft ring of his cell phone. He flipped the phone open and heard the voice of Captain Pfister. As he listened, he brushed a napkin across his mouth, laid his fork aside, pushed back the chair and waved for the waiter to bring the bill. Just before snapping the phone shut, he said, “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in thirty minutes, ready to fly.”

The sun was high and bright, and the glare made him squint as he left the restaurant and slipped a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. Across the street was the hotel, and he trotted carefully through traffic to the far curb, then pushed through the glass door and headed for the elevator. There were things he needed from his room – a camera, a voice recorder, a notepad.

While he gathered his stuff with one hand, he flipped the cell open with the other and dialed the agency to alert Curt Delamo that the Coast Guard had found the Desdemonda. “I don’t know what we’ll find out there. I’m on my way to the Coast Guard station to catch the helo. Soon as I know something more, I’ll get back to you.”

“Do you need back-up?” Delamo asked.

“Not unless you are craving some hot tropic nights. This place is sweltering. Besides, there’s a crack Coast Guard team on my six. As soon as I have boots on the deck and see what we’re dealing with, I’ll be back in touch. We might need to prepare a hazmat team, but right now I have no clue. Job one is to locate the container, then I’ll work on job two.”

“What do the Coasties know? What have you told them?”

“Absolutely nothing. Captain Klaus Pfister is my contact here. He knows only that this is a matter of highest national security, but I’ve given him none of the details.”

“Good. I’ve talked to him, as well. He was the one I contacted while you were on your way from Manila. You know the drill. Let the guys backing you up know that you’re looking for one guy in a container and that he might need to be shot dead on your signal. That’s all. Can’t have this info leaking out.”

Josh had his stuff in hand and closed the door to his room. On the run down the hall toward the elevator, he signed off. “Got it. I’m gone.”

“Godspeed,” Curt said.

“Thanks man.” Josh flipped the cell shut and tucked it in his pants pocket, pushed through the lobby door and hailed a cab.

Captain Pfister was at the guard gate when the cab arrived. Josh stepped out, paid the cabbie, then he and Pfister walked quickly toward a Coast Guard staff car that was waiting to take them to the airfield. As they approached, the driver snapped a salute, and Pfister returned it, then ducked through the door that was being held open for him. Josh followed, and the door was shut behind him.

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