Ghost War by Maloney Mack

Author:Maloney, Mack [Maloney, Mack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781480406766
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2013-04-24T15:39:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-nine

IT TOOK MORE THAN five minutes for the aides to wake Dong.

There was an empty brandy flask beside the commander’s bed, and this, the aide was sure, was the overwhelming factor in Dong’s deep sleep.

Finally the man stirred.

“A thousand pardons, Excellency,” the aide began telling a sleepy-eyed Dong. “But there is an officer here to see you. He says it is urgent.”

Dong wiped some of the sleep for his eyes. “Who is he?” he asked wearily. “What does he want?”

The aide bit his lip for a moment. “He didn’t give his name,” he finally replied. “But he did say that CapCom had sent him.”

Dong froze. Hearing the very word “CapCom” was akin to driving a stake through his heart. And he had good reason to worry. No representative from CapCom ever called on any Minx field bearing good news.

Dong quickly climbed into his green camos and poured his swelled feet into his tight leather boots. He walked quickly from his bedroom to his office, his head aching with a brandy hangover. He had consumed more than a liter of the stuff the night before, a necessary booster after his decision to hire the MiGs. Now it felt as if his eyes were about to pop out of his skull.

He had no sooner sat down at his desk, when the main door to his mobile HQ, burst open. A tall, dark man strode in, a squad of heavily armed soldiers right behind him. Dong was outraged.

“How dare you come in here and …” he began to protest.

But the man simply raised his large hand and shut Dong off.

“You are in no position to speak to me like that, Dong,” the man said in French, their common language.

Dong studied him. He was not Asian, rather he looked Middle Eastern, maybe Arab. He was wearing an all-black combat utility uniform of a style Dong had never seen before. His soldiers, who were Asian, were similarly attired and carrying extended-fire, battlefield Uzis.

Dong was fuming now. “I am the commander here and …”

But once again the man simply waved Dong silent.

“Correction,” the man said. “You are no longer the commander here. I am.”

Dong was stunned. The man walked over to his desk, his boots squeaking on Dong’s finely polished office floor. He threw a document on the desk.

“Read it at your leisure, Dong,” the man said. “But I will tell you its most salient point: I am here on orders from CapCom to relieve you of this command.”

Dong felt his whole world crashing in on him.

“But why?” was all he could offer by way of protest.

“‘Why?’” the man asked with a laugh. “Because your performance against a small, insignificant enemy has been dismal. Because you alone are responsible for delaying the greater offensives in the south. Because you are a disgrace to your uniform, and an embarrassment to CapCom. Shall I go on?”

Dong stared at the man for ten long seconds. While the chance of this sort of thing happening had crossed his mind more than once, Dong had one last card to play.

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