The Kennedy Endeavor (Presidential Series Book 2) by Bob Mayer

Author:Bob Mayer [Mayer, Bob]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: military thriller, suspense, war, action adventure, military
Publisher: Cool Gus Publishing
Published: 2013-11-20T23:00:00+00:00

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They touched down at Al Asad in darkness. The runway was lit by beanbag lights along both edges of the tarmac. Otherwise the place appeared deserted.

“I’d rather be in the air,” Stretch said as he slowed down the plane.

A strobe light flashed to the right, moving parallel to them on a taxiway.

“Over there,” Ducharme said. “The truck with the strobe.”

“This is the fucking wild west,” Stretch muttered. “I flew out of here during the war. You know how many billions of tax payer money they poured into the place?”

The strobe light turned toward them and then the pickup truck was in front, leading them in the darkness. “How do we know they’re the good guys?” Stretch asked.

“I don’t think they’re good guys,” Ducharme said, “but they’re the guys I’m meeting.” He could make out a pedestal-mounted heavy machinegun in the bed of the pickup. But the dark figure manning the gun had it pointed forward, occasionally swinging it left and right.

A tall sliver of red light appeared ahead. A hangar door was being rolled open, the interior lit with red nightlights. The pickup truck rolled in and the F-22 followed. As soon as they were inside, the door slid shut behind them.

As Stretch opened the canopy, Ducharme took in the activity inside the hanger. Piles of gear were scattered about. Men were loading magazines, others preparing combat equipment. It looked exactly like many FOB (Forward Operating Base) configurations that Ducharme had launched out of during his career. They might be mercenaries but they’d been soldiers once.

A staircase was rolled over. Ducharme got out of the plane, stretching cramped muscles at the top of the stairs, then made his way to the bottom.

A slender, dark-skinned man in full combat regalia was waiting for him. All the TriOp personnel wore black fatigues under their battle gear, with their company’s red trident insignia Velcroed onto the uniforms where the American flag went on a regular soldier’s fatigues. Allegiance to a company, not a country. Available for hire to the highest bidder, although Ducharme knew that wasn’t quite true. TriOp had its own agenda and leanings and wouldn’t work against what it saw as its own self-interests.

The merk stuck out his hand. “Colonel Ducharme, I’m Cane, Commander of this team and this operation.”

Coming from most those words would be a challenge and a drawing of boundaries, but Cane said it as if it were simply a reality; which it was. Ducharme shook his hand. “Just Cane?”

“It gets my attention,” Cane said with a brief smile. He looked up at the F-22. “Nice ride. Is it going to wait here for you?”

“Yes.” Ducharme looked past Cane and saw a UH-60 Blackhawk with ESSS stub wings and external tanks parked in the hangar.

“We’ve got some fuel we can spare,” Cane said. He shook Stretch’s hand. “We’ll have a team remaining here providing security, but we recommend you stay in the hangar. We had to run off some squatters when we rolled in. We don’t think they’ll try to take us on, but stranger things have happened over here.

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