Gut Instinct_A Taskforce Story by Brad Taylor

Author:Brad Taylor [Taylor, Brad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00C5R3BGQ
Publisher: Dutton Adult
Published: 2013-06-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

We were back on the Luzon Expressway before the Taskforce responded, telling us the phone was at the airport on the western side, in between terminal one and terminal two, meaning we’d have to drive all the way around. I said, “Get out your tablet. Find out what’s at that location, and find a way inside the perimeter. I want to take him from inside.”

I dialed Johnny. He answered with a weary tone. “Yes, Pike, I got the flash message. I’m evaluating it.”

“Forget that. We just went by Bayani’s house. The wife’s already called the police and—”

“You what? Pike, I’m getting a little sick of the meddling.”

“Well, get used to it, because I’m about to bring some more. The police hit the house and found nothing. No packages, no incriminating stuff.”

I heard nothing for a moment, Jennifer tugging on my arm. She said, “It’s a bonded warehouse for inbound customs.”

Johnny said, “Was Bayani there?”

“No. He’s at the airport right now at a bonded warehouse on the west side. By terminal two.”

He didn’t need a road map drawn out. I heard him shouting instructions, and he came back on. “What else do you have? What are his intentions with the packages?”

“You have everything I do. I don’t know what’s in the packages, but it won’t be doughnuts. We’re about ten minutes out. We’re going to penetrate the perimeter of the airport and try to roll him.”

He said, “I got the track. We’re on the way, but it’ll be about thirty. Pike, that warehouse will have a shit-ton of security because it’s a customs facility.”

“I know. We aren’t going through the front door. Jennifer’s looking now.”

He said, “See you on the X.” And hung up.

We were now going south, paralleling the eastern edge of the airport on Kaingin Road. I rounded the turn, entered Nino Aquino Avenue, and began heading north, seeing terminal one ahead of us. Jennifer said, “I got something. There’s an old park called Nayong Pilipino that butts right up to the airport. It used to be a tourist attraction showing all of the different cultures of the Philippines, but it’s since been closed due to expansion of the airport. I’m willing to bet we could jump the fence there.”

“How far away from the warehouse?”

“Looks like a couple of kilometers because we’ll have to wind our way around the tarmac.”

I saw the signs for terminal two and said, “How are we going to do that?”

“There are a couple of private hangars to the north. I don’t know. Steal a vehicle?”

That was a pathetic plan, but I couldn’t think of anything better.

She said, “Keep going straight. This road ends at the park. Take a right at the T and it’ll run to terminal two. Exit at the terminal two parking garage. It’s next to an abandoned hotel and it’s on the old park grounds.”

I did as she asked, and we were out and running as if we were late for a flight. She took the lead, starting to stretch it out, forcing me to shout, “Slow up.

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