Silver or Lead: A Pallas Group Solutions Thriller (Brave New Disorder Book 3) by Peter Nealen

Author:Peter Nealen [Nealen, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

24

The sun was starting to go down when the vans pulled out of the plant and started back toward the hotel.

They weren’t moving that fast. Nor were they creeping, but just going the speed of traffic. There was nothing in their outward appearance or movement to suggest that this was anything but the plant personnel heading back to the hotel at the end of the workday.

The contractors usually did two runs, though more and more of the actual workforce was made up of native Hondurans. They were part of the reason that Carr & Sons had built the plant in the first place, since their labor was considerably cheaper than Americans’. However, while that might have chafed on a few of the Pallas Group Solutions security contractors, there was an added benefit. Some of those Honduran workers were excellent sources of intel on the local area and the atmospherics.

Those workers had confirmed some of the suspicions that Vern had developed, watching the reporting from the transport convoys and the drone sweeps. That had determined where things were going to go down.

About a block short of where the drone had documented the mareros taking over a house, the lead van seemed to stutter, then pulled over to the side of the road, just outside a truck accessories store called Truck Chrome. It seemed to die, then, and the driver got out, cussing, and lifted the hood.

For a few minutes, as the second van pulled up next to it, nothing seemed to happen. The men in the vans could feel eyes on them, but no one moved.

Josh, leaning over the engine compartment, muttered into his radio. “Would be a lot more convincing if we had some steam or something coming out of here.”

“Clear the net.” Vern didn’t sound amused, and Josh subsided, though he kept glancing around to his flanks as he pretended to fiddle with a malfunctioning engine.

Inside the trail van, Nick found he was sweating. It was Honduras, so of course he was sweating, but there was more than just the local heat and humidity at work here. If the bad guys didn’t oblige the contractors, this could get ugly, fast. It could turn into a massacre that would effectively end both the Carr & Sons and PGS operations in Honduras.

“Contact. Three military age males, armed. South side, coming up the street.”

“Four more MAMs coming along 33 Calle, toward us from the east.”

Nick flexed his hands around the AR between his knees, the suppressed muzzle pointed up at the ceiling. That was another old habit. Muzzle down, an accidental discharge could put a bullet through something vital in a vehicle. Muzzle up in a vehicle, muzzle down in a helicopter.

“Only seven?” Casey sounded downright insulted. “What a waste.”

“Give it time. As soon as these seven get dumped, a lot more are going to come out of the woodwork.” Saul was in the zone. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been nearly so polite with Casey. He’d run out of patience with their retired sergeant major sometime back in California.

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