Wilco- Lone Wolf 19 by Geoff Wolak

Author:Geoff Wolak [Wolak, Geoff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-14T04:00:00+00:00

As the sky started to change colour the SEALs were sneaking along the border road west-to-east, and had shot a few men, IDs and phones taken, bodies laid out along the road for later retrieval. The Wolves had also shot a few men at the scene of the rocket set-up, many of whom were seen to be wounded already and in a stupor.

From the roof I could see two platoons of Marines heading out, north to the treeline.

Down below it was now quiet, the radio manned, but eyes were closed for many men. I left them to rest as the dawn came up, a quiet cup of tea from the shop with Moran, but the lady now on duty was new.

Major Morgen was still awake and with it and joined us. ‘We on track here?’

‘Yes, as expected.’

‘Press officers sent out that film, they used the phone line here without asking permission – so someone will get the bill, it connects to a computer in Washington, from their kit here. Slow, but the images get there.’

‘Breakfast news will be interesting,’ I told him.

‘How so?’

‘Guided rockets made in North Korea were fired at American troops in Central America. The screams will be loud.’

He nodded. ‘I guess, yeah, and more sanctions against North Korea, more sabre rattling. You … worried about losing that helo?’

‘Fuck no,’ I said with a smile.

‘Being British, do you even get the blame? I guess there ain't much they can do to you.’

‘There's fuck all they can do to me, save not asking for the use of my services in the future. My own government won't discipline me, they find it cheeky that your government makes use of me.’

‘Why do they?’ he risked.

‘I have the track record, and … there are things you don't know. I work for you CIA at a high level, have done for years.’

‘Ah...’

‘Some of the time I'm in civvy clothes, undercover in various places.’

‘Jesus, if I saw you walk into a bar I'd clock you straight away,’ he quipped. ‘Not much use as a spy, you kinda stand out!’

I smiled. ‘When I walk into that bar I'm playing a character, a bad boy gangster character, so you're supposed to clock me.’

‘Skinny hooker on your arm?’

‘Not really, no, but I aim to get one.’

Henri and Sambo wandered in to get some food, chatting in French.

‘You have an odd unit, that’s for sure,’ Morgen noted.

Moran told him, ‘Just be glad our resident Israeli major is not here.’

‘What’s he like?’

Moran smiled. ‘It’s a she, and she walks around naked much of the time.’

‘What the hell for?’

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