Piranha Assignment by Austin Camacho

Author:Austin Camacho
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Intrigue Publishing LLC
Published: 2011-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

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Morgan stepped into the small clinic at the rear of the big house, expecting to see a bare bones operation. Instead he saw a small waiting room and, beyond it, a bright, clean examination and treatment area filled with state of the art equipment. At a side lab table, Doctor Nunez was doing some kind of blood work, checking a sample under a microscope. Morgan cleared his throat and the doctor looked up, startled.

“I don’t want to disturb your work,” Morgan said. “Just thought I’d check about the gymnasium downstairs. Would a midday workout cause any trouble?”

“Oh no,” Nunez said. “Senior Herrera is very structured, and only uses the room in the evening.” He seemed flustered for some reason.

“Don’t any of the others…”

“It is a private facility,” Doctor Nunez assured him. “The equipment is too sophisticated for these common foot soldiers, eh?” If he expected agreement, none was forthcoming. Morgan just forced a smile and left.

Thinking for the hundredth time what a bizarre little group this was, Morgan headed down the corridor. It was a long flight of stairs to the basement, but well worth it. The room was big as a basketball court. Eighteen chrome weighted nautilus weight machines lined one wall. A treadmill stood against another wall with machines that simulated bicycle riding, stair climbing, and rowing, plus an inclined sit-up board tilted at an extreme angle.

A heavy bag and a speed bag hung near the opposite wall, along with a set of ropes suspended by pulleys. Morgan imagined Herrera putting his foot into the loop of one of those ropes and pulling down, stretching his legs. The final wall was lined with cabinets, a long table and four tall stools.

The place looked like a health club, but had the familiar smell of a gymnasium. Herrera must have sweated up a storm there not long ago. Well, good for him. Morgan could follow that example. In his loose canvas pants, without a shirt, he would have enough freedom of movement. He began to pull off his double shoulder holster, preparing for the workout of his life.

That was when the feeling hit him. That raising of the hairs on the back of his neck. The infuriating buzz of a maddened insect trapped inside his head. It was his danger sense. His head snapped back and forth as he looked around to confirm his own safety. But this was not the feeling of impending doom he usually got. He wasn’t in danger. It was Felicity.

Like a hungry jaguar he launched himself up the stairs. He was outside, moving at full speed toward the waterline before even he knew why. He had a directional fix on Felicity. His unexplained instincts would lead him to her, hopefully in time to rescue her.

A powerboat stood at the small wharf Bastidas’ men had built. Without a word to anyone he jumped into it and started its engine. Three men patrolling on shore called to him to stop, but he was already driving the vessel northward, praying he was in time.

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