Lightning Strike to the Heart by M. L. Buchman

Author:M. L. Buchman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.
Published: 2016-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

8

Their exfiltration plan had included one cooperative male extractee: not a woman and a very unwilling man. Hal had been puzzling over how to adapt to that when Teresa hit the solution.

Now they were all piled in the family Toyota Highlander. The women were both in the backseat, fully covered by robe and veil. The man was in the driver’s seat, convinced to behave by the HK416 pressed into his ribcage from inside Hal’s own voluminous robe and veil.

“How do you see while wearing this?” The narrow slit at his eyes, covered by a fine mesh to block any view in, might be ideal cover but every time he moved his head what little view he had disappeared behind some fold of fabric.

“Careful,” Teresa warned him, “or we’ll make you wear nylons for a day. And don’t think I can’t make you do it.”

There wasn’t a chance she’d succeed, but he’d wager it would be fun if she tried.

The other woman laughed aloud, then the sound was suddenly muffled as they rounded a corner and pulled up to a military checkpoint.

With a careful prod of the HK, the man behaved.

To Hal’s ear he didn’t have the proper amount of complaint in his tone for being on the road at three in the morning to drive his wife and sisters to aid a sick aunt in the next town over.

Teresa leaned forward and whispered something in the man’s ear. His voice faltered, then he found his stride and they were soon pulling away from the checkpoint. Soon, they were rolling down an empty stretch of highway.

Hal pulled out a satellite phone and dialed the number he’d been given. Twenty minutes later there was a roar close overhead as if the storm, which had been abating, was now hammering back down on them.

Then in the headlights, he could pick out an all-black Night Stalkers Chinook helicopter landing in the middle of the road with its rear ramp down.

They drove straight aboard. After some jockeying, the Loadmaster signaled for lockdown and they were tied into place. They were aloft within two minutes of the helicopter’s arrival.

“Let’s switch seats and I’ll tie him back up.”

“Oh, he’ll behave,” Teresa said with utter confidence.

“What makes you say that?”

“I told him what I’d do to his manhood with my knife if he didn’t do everything perfectly. I gave him every reason to believe me.”

Even if the man didn’t speak any English, he was glancing over at Hal nervously as if guessing the conversation and seeking protection.

Hal grimaced in sympathetic pain. “Maybe I won’t take your nylons bet.”

“Pity,” a woman’s voice spoke from close beside him. The Loadmaster—a woman—was leaning against his lowered window. “I bet you’d look cute in them.”

She walked away, humming the tune to a Gypsy Rose Lee stripper song.

“Not a chance,” he called out after her, but she just broke into song. Strangely enough the other members of the Chinook’s crew joined in as they banked hard, racing back toward friendly territory.

He turned back to face Teresa in the backseat, “Not a chance.

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