MAC WALKER'S BENGHAZI: The Complete Collection by D. W. Ulsterman

Author:D. W. Ulsterman [Ulsterman, D. W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, War
ISBN: 1492267929
Amazon: B00EUG94PC
Published: 2013-11-19T05:00:00+00:00

XVI.

Tilley watched the form of a man slowly moving toward the driver’s side of his BMW. Whoever it was, he didn’t appear too concerned about concealing his approach, so Tilley assumed the man posed no real immediate threat to him. Glancing out his right rearview mirror, Tilley was able to spot the man’s vehicle parked behind his own, but farther off to the right side of the road. It was a newer, black Mercedes sedan.

A hand rapped lightly on the BMW’s driver side window. Tilley lowered the window halfway, his eyes looking up at an unsmiling and very familiar face. It was Nigel, head of security for Dasha Al Marri, the woman responsible for funding Mac Walker’s assignment in Benghazi.

“Hello Mr. Tilley. Dasha would very much like you to join her for a brief conversation in her car. Please do not bring any weapons with you.”

Tilley tried hard to appear casual, but he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he responded to Nigel’s request.

“I’m not armed, but I am a bit busy. Will this take long?”

Nigel’s face remained unreadable, his eyes looking back down at Tilley without emotion.

“It will take however long Dasha wishes it to take Mr. Tilley. Please…let me escort you to the car.”

Something in the tone of Nigel’s voice convinced Tilley he had no choice but to comply. Turning the BMW’s engine off, Tilley opened the door and stepped outside as D.C. traffic continued to drive past.

“Right this way Mr. Tilley.”

Nigel, though shorter than Tilley, gave off the aura of a man quite capable and more than willing, to kill. Tilley knew the type well – he considered Mac and his team to be cut from a very similar cloth. Nigel opened the left rear passenger door and motioned for Tilley to step inside.

Dasha sat resplendent in a silver designer jacket and matching pants, her dark hair again tied neatly behind her head in a tight bun. As Tilley looked at her and attempted a smile, Dasha’s eyes indicated she was in no mood for a friendly chat.

“This morning I was in my apartment in New York Mr. Tilley, very much enjoying NOT being in this pig shit hole of a city. Do you know why I am here now, sitting with you having this ridiculous conversation Mr. Tilley?”

Ray Tilley shook his head.

“No Ms…uh…Dasha. No I don’t. I assume it’s related to the Benghazi assignment.”

Dasha’s lips curled into a sneer as she leaned toward Tilley, her dark eyes smoldering with just-under-the-surface rage.

“Yes Mr. Tilley – it most certainly is related to the Benghazi assignment, as you call it. I was told to return here to speak with you personally, so that I can communicate to you in no uncertain terms, how very much my organization is expecting your team to complete their assignment per our agreement. I don’t appreciate having to be bothered with such things Mr. Tilley. Not one bit.”

Ray Tilley found his own anger now emerging.

Who the hell does this woman think

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