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Three The Hard Way

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by Glenn, Roy


  Bobby followed him to the door and closed it behind him. "Fuck Bruce Lee," he said. "When we going down there?"

  "Jiang is right. If he is protected like that, gettin’ his ass is gonna take time and planning. And I know the perfect person to set it in motion." I looked at Bobby and smiled. "Send Monika in."

  Chapter Sixteen

  For the next two weeks Black remained in Freeport, recovering from his wounds and enjoying being with Michelle and CeCe. When he felt that he was well enough to travel, he and CeCe went to his new house in Nassau. But after a few days they both agreed that they missed being with Michelle. The next morning Black got up early and came back that night with Michelle. Over the next three months, Black took a very active role in Jamaica’s expansion and enjoyed his life with his girls until a visitor arrived at the Yellow Rose.

  "Hello, Monika," CeCe said when she answered the door. She led Monika through the house and out to the pool. When they got outside, Black was playing in the pool with Michelle.

  While Monika took a seat at poolside and set up her laptop, CeCe got in the water to play with Michelle and Black got out.

  "Y’all just one happy family here," Monika mused.

  Black looked at her at continued to dry himself. "What you got for me?"

  "For last three months I’ve had an operative in El Peronil keeping an eye on your boy Cristóbal. He lives on a three acre compound," Monika said and pointed to the satellite image on the screen. "It’s surrounded by an electrified fence and he’s protected by a militia of at least thirty men."

  "Okay, how do we get to him?" Black asked.

  Monika zoomed in on the image. "On the back side of the compound there is a heavily wooded area. That’s how we’ll make our approach. The trees will give us enough cover to get to the main house without being detected."

  "How close?"

  "We’ll clear the trees about two hundred yards from the house." Monika sat back in her chair. "Now, once we clear the trees there is a foot patrol we need to neutralize and two guard towers. Once that’s done we’ll approach the house, go in, and get Cristóbal."

  "How many men in the house?" Black asked.

  "No way to be sure how many will be in the house at any given time."

  "Sounds pretty formative, but you wouldn’t be here unless you had a plan, so let’s hear it."

  "My team will fly into Santiago Pérez Airport in Arauca, Colombia. From there we will make our way by car and enter Venezuela and head for El Peronil." Monika took out a map. "This road will take us close to the property here," she said and pointed. "Then we’ll continue ten clicks on foot to the penetration point at the fence. We’ll make camp there, because I plan on taking them at four thirty am."

  "What about the fence?"

  "My operative will deactivate that section of fence so it looks to anybody that’s monitoring like it’s still active. We cut the fence and go in. Like I said, once we clear the trees we’ll neutralize the foot patrol and two guard towers and go in and get your boy."

  "What about the militia? How are you gonna handle them?"

  "They’re housed in this building here. At the time we plan on hittin’ them they should be asleep. I want to be in and out without them knowing. But I got a plan for them if it becomes necessary."

  "I know you’re not planning on hiking ten miles in the dark when you’re done, so how we getting outta there?"

  "Of course I have an exit strategy. We got a thirty minute window to complete the operation. At five o’clock my operative will pick us up at the main gate and take us to an airfield where he’ll have a plane ready."

  "Who’s your team?"

  "Me, Nick, and Travis."

  Black shook his head. "I’m going with you. And so is Bobby."

  Monika laughed. "Some reason I knew you were gonna say that. You sure you two, Bobby especially, are up to it?"

  "He’ll complain the whole way but he’ll be all right."

  "But it a ten kilometer hike through heavy brush in one hundred degree heat."

  "We’re going. Make it happen," Black said and got back in the pool with his girls.

  "Yes, sir."

  Two weeks later the team arrived at Santiago Pérez Airport in Arauca, Colombia and were met by one of Wei Jiang’s men. He provided them with a van and weapons. From that point they headed for the border.

  When they got to the woods at the rear of the compound, they broke out weapons and machetes and proceeded to the objective. Along the way, as expected, Bobby complained the whole way. If it wasn’t "It’s hotter than a mutha fucka out here." It was "Are we there yet?" until Monika had had enough.

  She turned around and held up her machete. "Bobby, if you say one more fuckin’ thing, I swear to God I’ll cut your fuckin’ head off."

  "Lighten up, Monika. Take some deep breaths," Bobby said and kept walking. As the sun began to set, they made it to the fence.

  "Okay," Monika said. "We camp here until it’s time to make our move."

  "I’m gonna check out the area and setup a defensive perimeter," Nick said and walked off.

  "The rest of you get some rest. We go at O four thirty," Monika said.

  Bobby looked at Black and then to Monika. "Yes, sir," he said and saluted.

  "Fuck you, Bobby."

  "Anytime you’re ready."

  At O four thirty the team put on night vision goggles, put silencers on their weapons and approached the fence. "How do we know if your man did his job?" Bobby asked. Nick picked up a small piece of wood and threw it at the fence. When nothing happened Travis cut the fence and they went through.

  Once they reached the clearing they got ready to make their move. "Nick," Monika said and got out her binoculars.

  Nick broke out a Barrett 82A1 50BMG semi auto rifle and took aim at the guard tower. With one shot he took out the guard manning the tower. "Good shot," Monika said.

  "Thanks," he said and took aim at the other tower.

  Now that the towers were neutralized, they separated into two teams. "Nick, you and Travis head for the barracks and rendezvous with us at the main house," Monika ordered. "Black, Bobby, you’re with me."

  Nick looked at his watch. "Give us five minutes before you move," he said and Travis followed Nick to the barracks.

  When they reached the barracks, Travis stood guard while Nick planted C-4 charges and remote detonators around the building. Then Travis saw the motor pool. "How much more C-4 you got?"

  "Enough; why?"

  Travis pointed. "Motor pool."

  "Good look. Come on," Nick said.

  Once the charges were set, Nick and Travis made their way to the rendezvous point.

  Meanwhile, Monika, Black, and Bobby approached the main house and were surprised that they didn’t encounter any foot patrols. Shortly thereafter they were joined by Nick and Travis and the team entered the house. After walking through the first floor, they met at the staircase. Black and Monika were about to check the second level.

  "Nick, watch the back. Bobby, you take the front of the house. Travis you stay here," Monika said.

  As Bobby made his way toward the front of the house, he heard a noise. "Somebody’s coming in," he said. Monika moved quickly to the door, while the others took cover. Bobby positioned himself on the other side of the door and waited.

  One woman came in the house. Bobby grabbed her and covered her mouth. Monika shoved a gun in her face. "¿Yo no le doleré. Comprenderá?" Monika said quietly, telling the woman that she wasn’t going to hurt her in Spanish.

  "Sí," the frightened woman said quickly.

  "¿Dónde está, Cristóbal?"

  "Arriba," the woman said and pointed up the steps.

  "Nos Muestra," Monika ordered and pushed her toward the steps.

  The woman led Monika and Black up the stairs to a bedroom at the end of the hall. The woman pointed to a door. "Ahí adentro." Monika opened the door and then followed Black inside with their guns pointed.

  At the same time, Nick saw
two men approaching the back door. He took aim with the rifle and fired two shots. Two bodies dropped.

  Cristóbal was asleep alone in the bed. They approached the bed quietly and took up positions on either side of the bed. When Cristóbal didn’t move, Monika poked him with the barrel of her gun.

  Cristóbal began to stir. "Good morning," Monika said and eased the gun to his head.

  Cristóbal opened his eyes and saw the two of them. He recognized Black. "What are you doing here?"

  "I came to kill you," Black said and shot Cristóbal in the eye. "Rest in peace, Kevon." Then Black put two shots in his chest.

  Black looked at Monika. "This was too easy," she said as she left the room.

  "We’re not out yet," Black said and followed her down the steps.

  "Everything all clear out front, Bobby?" Monika asked as Nick and Travis joined them at the door.

  "All clear, general," Bobby said and saluted.

  Monika gave him the finger. "Let’s move out."

  While Monika led her team out single file toward the gate, they were unaware that the bodies Nick dropped had been discovered and they’d sounded the alarm. When the alarm was sounded, lights came on in the compound. Militia men that were stationed at the main gate began firing at them.

  "Blow it!" Monika yelled as she ran for cover with the rest of her team behind some cars that were parked in front of the house, and returned fire. Nick detonated the charges he set at the barracks, but not before several men made it out of the building.

  "So much for easy," Black said and fired.

  When he heard the alarm followed by an explosion, Monika’s operative started up his Chevy Avalanche and speed toward the gate. As the truck barreled toward them, Nick rose up and laid down enough cover fire for them to get in the truck before he jumped in the flatbed, and kept firing until they made it out of the compound.

  The Mike Black Saga

  continues in;

  Commit To Violence

  In Your Arms

  By Roy Glenn

  Copyright © 2010 Roy Glenn

  Phase 1

  It was just after ten o'clock when Marcus Douglas arrived at the Marriott Residence Inn. That afternoon he had his secretary, Janice, get a room for him in her name, in case Randa was looking for him. He walked down the long hall to his room and stuck the key card in the lock. He entered in the room, dropped the key card on top of the television, and turned it on. While Brian Williams reported the days Nightly News, Marcus wandered around aimlessly. This was his home now.

  Marcus loosened his tie and took off his jacket. He reached in the pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It had been five years since he smoked his last Kool. He sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. He took a long drag, and then blew out the smoke. It hurt his chest and he coughed a little, but he hit it again. Today had been the worst day of his life.

  If this was going to be his home for a while, there were a few things he’d need. "Soap, tooth brush and tooth paste. Deodorant would be a good thing. And I need to shave in the morning." He got up and started for the door. All he had were the clothes on his back. He would buy some clothes in the morning. "This is going to get expensive." Marcus drove his 735i BMW down the street and turned into Krogers’ parking lot. It had been years since he had to shop for himself. Randa did all that for him.

  He picked up a basket and headed for the pharmacy aisles. The store was quiet and empty for the most part. Marcus had picked up just about all the items he’d come for when the quiet was interrupted by the sound of high heels, clicking against the tile. His eyes were immediately drawn to the sound. There was a sense of urgency in her walk. Marcus glanced at her as she moved closer to him and had to take a closer look as she passed. She stopped and tried on a pair of sunglasses and kept on walking. "I know her." He followed as she proceeded down the next aisle. When she stopped to pick up a box of hair color and some scissors, she turned and looked at him. Now he was sure. Although she turned away quickly, Marcus was sure that he knew her. "Yvonne Haggler." It had been nine years since he’d seen her. She looked good, even better than she did nine years ago. If that’s possible. He remembered the day that she came to his office.

  "Marcus."

  "Yes, Janice."

  "Your two o’clock is here."

  "Give me five minutes then send her in."

  Five minutes later, Yvonne Haggler was seated before him. She was an attractive young woman, barely twenty-one years old. She was simply, but tastefully dressed. She didn’t wear any makeup and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Mrs. Haggler, tell me what I can do for you?"

  "Mr. Douglas, I need your help. My husband Richard died two month ago."

  "I’m sorry to hear that."

  "Thank you, Mr. Douglas." Yvonne spoke with the deep Mississippi accent that she hadn’t managed to lose in the five years she’d been in Atlanta.

  Yvonne was born and raised in Cold Water Mississippi. The oldest of nine children, Yvonne was an average student in her junior year in High School. She met Richard Haggler when she was sixteen years old. Richard was twenty-eight. Richard was born in Cold Water as well, but his family moved away when he was ten. He came back to town to settle some personal matters for his recently deceased mother. When he met Yvonne, he fell deeply in love with the pretty young girl.

  Two weeks later, he asked Yvonne to marry him. When Yvonne accepted, Richard sought her mother’s permission to marry Yvonne and take her back to Atlanta with him. Her father had died three years earlier and her mother was having problems making it by herself with nine children. Yvonne’s mother had known Richard’s family when they lived in Cold Water and he seemed nice enough, polite, and respectful, and Yvonne did like him.

  Richard had a good job and promised that he could make a better life for Yvonne in Atlanta. Cold Water was a small town and her mother didn’t have any money to send her daughter to college, and began to see this as an opportunity for her daughter to get away from there. Richard also promised he would be able to send her some money every week to help out with the family. After very long and deep consideration, her mother consented for her daughter to be married.

  They were married in a simple wedding a week later. And that night they left for Atlanta. They moved into Richard’s mother’s old house in Clarkston, a suburb of Atlanta. Richard was an old-fashioned man and insisted that Yvonne not work. He told her she didn’t have to finish high school if she didn’t want to, but Yvonne felt it was important that she be the first in her family to graduate from high school. Other than going to school, she lived a quiet, somewhat sheltered life as a housewife. She had a few girl friends that she met in school, but Richard thought it was inappropriate for a married woman to be going to nightclubs and things like that, so Yvonne made a very happy life for her and her husband. She was totally dependent upon Richard for everything. She didn’t mind, even though they didn’t have much money, Richard was a good man and he treated her like a queen.

  "Richard left a ten thousand dollar insurance policy and I gave it to the funeral people pay for his funeral. Well, my husband was a simple man and I thought he’d want to go out that way. The whole thing came to a little less than seven thousand dollars. They told me that they would take care of things with the insurance company and I’d get what ever is left over."

  "That’s pretty standard."

  "But I still haven’t got the money."

  "Was their some problem with the policy?" Marcus asked as he took notes.

  "I don’t know, they wasn’t tellin’ me nothin’. Every time I called to find out what was going on they told me it would just be a few more days. Until two days ago." Yvonne reached in her purse and pulled out an envelope. She took out the letter and handed it to Marcus. "I got this in the mail. They said I could get my money after I signed it."

  Marcus read over the letter while Yvonne continued talking. He glanced up at her and smiled. There was an innocence about her. She spoke without making eye contact. He tho
ught that her accent was adorable.

  "I showed that letter to my girlfriend, Tyisha. Her mama died last year and she said she didn’t have to sign nothin’ like this. She told me I should show it to a lawyer."

  "Well, Mrs. Haggler, even though it doesn’t come right out and say so, this letter is worded to give them power of attorney to settle your husbands estate."

  "Estate? What estate, Mr. Douglas? Like I said we’re simple people, we got the house his mama left us. The house is paid for, but other than that, we ain’t got nothin’."

  "It does seem a bit unusual to need power of attorney to settle an insurance policy. Have you spoken with the insurance company?"

  "No, I just came to see you. Do you think I should sign it, Mr. Douglas?"

  "No, Mrs. Haggler. I don’t recommend you sign anything until you get some more information about why this is necessary. Would you like me to look into this for you, Mrs. Haggler?"

  "Would you please, Mr. Douglas. Richard used to handle all the business for us. I’m not very good at talkin’ to people like that."

  "I would be happy to, Mrs. Haggler."

  "Don’t have much money. I been gettin’ by on what money was in the checking account. But I just got a job at Wal-Mart and I’m not making that much."

  Marcus smiled at her as he got up and showed her to the door. "Don’t worry about that now, Mrs. Haggler. For now all you need to do is see Janice before you leave. She has some paperwork for you to fill out. I’ll look into it and get back with you in a few days."

  Marcus was glad for something different to do. He had opened his own practice a year ago and dealt with the usual stuff. Accident cases, divorce, DUI’s, but it would be nice for a change to actually help somebody. He would do it pro bono if he had to. Marcus checked with the insurance company, and as he suspected, they informed him that they were waiting to receive power of attorney from her representative in order to settle Mrs. Haggler’s claim.

 

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