Seal Team Seven #22 by Keith Douglass

Author:Keith Douglass
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

19

Port Elizabeth

Monday afternoon, Murdock and his men rode back to the airport in the taxi where he met with Gardner, DeWitt, and the rest of the SEALs. Don Stroh had been working with the local police. He set up a reward with them to be publicized to all law enforcement agencies in the nation. The United States government offered five million dollars for the safe return of the wife of the president of the United States. The announcement went out at once.

“At least we’re covered with a reward,” Stroh said. “That much cash could make a lot of people change their minds about how loyal they are to whoever is running this operation.”

“They just may fly out again,” Murdock said. “Can we get the local LEAs to notify all airports and small airstrips about the dangers of this group, and how we want them to hold anyone of this description who tries to rent a plane?”

“Did that just after you left,” Stroh said. “We’ve got that angle covered as well. Let’s hope we get some response.”

“So what else can we do?” Gardner asked.

“Not a damn thing,” Ching said.

“They could be driving back toward Cape Town, or going the other way,” Jaybird said. “No good airfields that way. They could steal a car and be gone and we’d never know it.”

“Roads go north, south, and inland,” DeWitt said. “If they go by car, we’re fucked.”

“So we sit on our combat packs and wait,” Murdock said. “Stroh, you have any of that catered food coming? We could use some chow about now.”

“It will be here at five o’clock sharp,” Stroh said. “I’ve got no limit on my expense account on this one. Not with the First Lady involved. So I figured we should be ready for some medium-rare prime rib. I ordered twenty sixteen-ounce dinners. Hope to hell you guys are hungry.”

The food came. They ate. They waited. They were frustrated. J.G. Gardner pulled out a four-inch square traveling chessboard with stick figures. He set it up and looked for some competition. Robert Doyle moved over and watched. Gardner looked up.

“You play?”

“Some.”

“That means you’re an expert. Let’s give it a go.”

Before it grew dark. They hit their bunks. Like in combat they slept whenever they could. Stroh kept his SATCOM set on RECEIVE whenever they settled down to one location. He had heard nothing from his boss or the White House.

“So we wait,” Murdock said. “Get some sleep, you never know when we’ll get time to snooze again if this guy is still running.”

East London, South Africa

Tuesday -morning the First Lady woke up where she had slept on the floor in all of her clothes. She had taken off her shoes. She had found two blankets and two extra pillows in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Still her bones ached from the hardness. She grinned. Who would believe that she had slept in the same clothes three nights in a row and hadn’t had a shower for four days?

Badri lay on the bed, covered up and still snoring.

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