On the Loose by Tara Janzen

Author:Tara Janzen [Janzen, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, Mystery
ISBN: 9780440243847
Google: N89p7XXUs2EC
Amazon: 044024384X
Barnesnoble: 044024384X
Goodreads: 650577
Publisher: Dell
Published: 2006-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

On the Loose

“And how many flight hours since its last scheduled maintenance?” The night was cool and smelled of the rain moving across

Morazán farther to the north, the direction they were heading. According to her latest weather report, the storm was

supposed to worsen for the next hour, but then wear itself out to an intermittent drizzle.

“Twelve.”

Irena ran her gaze across the page in the logbook and confirmed his answer. Good. She didn’t like dealing with people who

didn’t know their business.

“Any unusual flight characteristics for this particular aircraft?”

“No,” the man said. “And I had the fuel topped off when I got here.”

She gave him a more careful look, impressed.

“Thank you.” She liked efficiency. “We’ll take it from here.”

It was a dismissal, and the pilot took it as such, with a short formal nod of his head. She would let Federico know when she

was finished with the helicopter, and he could arrange with the aircraft company for its return to San Salvador.

While she’d been talking with the company rep, and with Federico chattering at him non-stop, Ari had unloaded the gear he’d

packed for the business at hand: the assassination of C. Smith Rydell. With luck, they’d find Rydell in a matter of hours, not

days. The hit itself would be quick and clean, with no luck involved. All they needed was the target.

“Did you bring drum magazines for the G36?” she asked, when Ari had pulled the last rucksack out of the plane. The H&K

5.56mm assault rifle was selectable for semi or fully automatic fire, with its own integral bipod. The hundred-round drums

turned the weapon into a light machine gun, and were a relatively easy way to take a lot of firepower to a party.

“Yes, patrona, ” he said, handing the rucksack to her.

Good, she thought, and lifted the pack onto her back, shrugging into it. There was no sure way to know what they were going

to run into up in Morazán, not with CNL rebels involved.

After Ari closed the hatch, they grabbed the rest of their gear and cased weapons and started across the airstrip with

Federico in tow, still talking. Irena’s weapon for the mission was an ACOG-sighted M4. Ari carried the G36 in one hand and

had the case for their long rifle, a Steyer bolt action .308 with a fixed 20-power Zeiss daylight scope, in the other. The

night optics for the rifle were in their kit.

They were each easily hauling over eighty pounds of gear from where they’d parked the Piper to where the Hughes 500

awaited them. Perez was only hauling himself, and was barely keeping up.

“You need to work out, Federico,” she told him.

“Yes, yes.Sí . This is very true.”

“And not over a plate ofpupusas .”

Federico’s taste for fried food was one of his more benign addictions.

“Sí, patrona, es verdad.”

“And not over that stable of whores you keep in San Salvador.”

“No, no, patrona, no con mis mujeres.”

“You don’t feed them my cocaine on the side, do you? A little off the top here and there?”

“No, patrona.”He was vehement. “No. Never.” He was lying.

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