Gitmo Getaway by Eric Meyer

Author:Eric Meyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, assassination, special forces, nato, sas, navy seal, gitmo
Publisher: Swordworks Books

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The people smuggler looked as honest as an Afghan market trader. He was lean and sinewy, a short man with a lined face, displaying a knife scar on the left cheek. Apart from the MAC-10 he carried slung over his shoulder, he didn't look too threatening. But the two bodyguards who stuck to him like glue were a different matter.

They both looked to be from the same mold. Street thugs who'd graduated to become stone cold killers, muscle-bound brutes with eyes that were devoid of life. They'd have just the one skill, murder. Nolan wondered how many poor souls making the crossing had been left to die in some waterless, godforsaken stretch of desert by these men.

Eva made the introductions. "This is Jesus. He owns the tunnel we’ll be using to make the crossing. I've promised him thirty thousand dollars. That's the going rate. Five thousand for each of us."

"Tell him he'll get paid."

"I want the money now." The Mexican's face came close to Nolan's, and he could smell the spices on his breath, mixed with the rank odor of dental decay, "You no pay, you no travel."

He stared at the man for a few moments. "We don't carry that kind of cash, but you will get your money, and that's a promise."

"You can trust him," Eva reassured him.

It was a tense moment, and the two bodyguards looked ready to launch themselves at him. Nolan knew if they tried it, his three men would cut them down in a split second. Fortunately for them, it wasn't necessary. Jesus calmed down.

"Very well, I will wait for payment. Seven days, no more." He scowled at Eva. "If you try and screw me around, I'll send my two men to cut out your heart."

She didn't blink. "You'll have your money."

They relaxed, and Jesus led them to an apartment block a few hundred meters from the border fence. They went in through the front entrance and down the flight of stairs into the basement area. It was divided into utility rooms, one for each apartment to be used for storage. He looked around carefully, and when he saw they were alone, he produced a key and opened up one of the rooms.

"Come in quickly, before anyone sees us."

They crammed into the tiny basement, and he closed the door. Fitted into the floor were a number of wooden boards about a meter square, and one of the bodyguards began raising them. He exposed a dark shaft with a ladder propped against the side.

"Down there," Jesus gestured.

He handed Nolan a flashlight and stood back.

"You're not coming with us?"

The man chuckled, causing the scar on his face to ripple. "Me, come with you? Why would I do that? It's dangerous crossing the border illegally."

His two bodyguards roared with laughter.

"Yeah, very funny." He nodded to the other men. "I'll lead. Will, bring up the rear."

"Copy that."

He started down the ladder, but Jesus stopped him. "Remember, Señor. Seven days, or Miss Sanchez pays. With her life."

He looked back up the shaft; the Mexican was staring down at him.

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