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Authors: KC Frantzen
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Dogs
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get lost, unless you’re a tracker with a good memory.
We turn off the main road along a sweeping curve, then follow markers on a one-way lane towards “B Section.”
A cart buzzes past. Hey, check out those modifications.
Agent Michael says, “The owners of Resolute Mountain make a special effort to hire wounded veterans and alter the transport carts so they’re easier to use.”
I’m glad. The veterans and families I met at the K9 Spy boot camp graduation picnic were wonderful. They’ve sacrificed so much. Like Agent Doherty, trying to stop the EMP. Sigh. I hope to do my part for America one day.
One day could be today.
B30… B36… Not much farther.
I glance over at Agent Michael. Wonder when they’ll strike?
He gives me a look. “Think!”
I’m trying, Sir.
“Breathe easy, Mullet. Rukan and team will be patient. Our sharks will strike after we retrieve the classified material.”
Of course. Makes sense.
Once we find the unmarked doors at B42, we park near the entrance. The other drivers back in, ready for a quick exit. This must look good. We don’t know who is monitoring.
It’s like any standard office inside, other than a slight closeness. It’d be hard to know the difference from an office above ground. For humans anyway.
The secretary directs us through secured doors into the storage area. Rows and rows and rows of steel shelving are loaded with boxes and a variety of cases.
The van crew follows with hand-trucks. They’ll remove 27 containers, filled with top secret installation diagrams, charts and maps, nuclear submarine (boomer) information, missile schematics. At least that’s what the Graphics and Authentication Division made them appear to be.
Plans within plans. In case our team fails, which we won’t, and the bogus information is captured, it should assist others in taking the enemy down.
Agent Michael extracts a few memory cards at several locations and places them in my temporary collar. He gives me a friendly pat as he inserts the last one. He whispers, “We’ve let it be known that these are the real treasures and will give Rukan and his handler all they need to extort big money from the US. Or so it will appear. If he gets his hands on them. Which he won’t because we’ll nab him first, before he gets to you.”
Hope you’re right.
In less than ten minutes we’re driving for the exit. Most traffic has been held, but some carts are still operating. Obviously.
One just went by.
We pass several more columns but… something’s not right. I woof, “Excuse me Agent Michael, are we using a different exit?”
“No. Why?”
“We’re moving parallel to the entrance, not towards it.”
Agent X-Ray looks grim in the back seat as Agent Michael grabs the comm unit. “HQ, HQ. Location check. Over.”
HQ says, “Roger. Section H moving south to Section L.”
Agent Michael looks back at Agent X-Ray, then me. “Headquarters confirm. We’re not in M Unit? Over.”
“Negative. Section H.”
“But we’re looking at… Change of plan. The markers are swapped. Stand by.”
“Roger that.”
Agent Michael calls the other vehicles in our convoy. “All alert. Sharks misdirected. Repeat. Rukan has misdirected. Mullet will lead us to the proper exit.”
Gulp. I lower the window again and hang my head out, fully using my senses. I still have a bad feeling. Probably just nerves knowing Rukan is so near. He’s the shark. I’m the mullet.
Shudder. Will I endure his abuse again?
HQ cuts in. “Approaching chokepoint. Be on the lookout.”
I shake off the fear. Must focus.
Look! Movement from the left. It’s that same cart again, darting across. Sniff. The occupant smells familiar. There was a man at The Country Cooker with this scent, but he wasn’t with the ruffians.
As he veers into the blackness, he fires a weapon. Neon green paint splatters our vehicle.
A large engine echoes, rumbling closer and closer. Another shifts into gear.
Agent Michael yells into the
We turn off the main road along a sweeping curve, then follow markers on a one-way lane towards “B Section.”
A cart buzzes past. Hey, check out those modifications.
Agent Michael says, “The owners of Resolute Mountain make a special effort to hire wounded veterans and alter the transport carts so they’re easier to use.”
I’m glad. The veterans and families I met at the K9 Spy boot camp graduation picnic were wonderful. They’ve sacrificed so much. Like Agent Doherty, trying to stop the EMP. Sigh. I hope to do my part for America one day.
One day could be today.
B30… B36… Not much farther.
I glance over at Agent Michael. Wonder when they’ll strike?
He gives me a look. “Think!”
I’m trying, Sir.
“Breathe easy, Mullet. Rukan and team will be patient. Our sharks will strike after we retrieve the classified material.”
Of course. Makes sense.
Once we find the unmarked doors at B42, we park near the entrance. The other drivers back in, ready for a quick exit. This must look good. We don’t know who is monitoring.
It’s like any standard office inside, other than a slight closeness. It’d be hard to know the difference from an office above ground. For humans anyway.
The secretary directs us through secured doors into the storage area. Rows and rows and rows of steel shelving are loaded with boxes and a variety of cases.
The van crew follows with hand-trucks. They’ll remove 27 containers, filled with top secret installation diagrams, charts and maps, nuclear submarine (boomer) information, missile schematics. At least that’s what the Graphics and Authentication Division made them appear to be.
Plans within plans. In case our team fails, which we won’t, and the bogus information is captured, it should assist others in taking the enemy down.
Agent Michael extracts a few memory cards at several locations and places them in my temporary collar. He gives me a friendly pat as he inserts the last one. He whispers, “We’ve let it be known that these are the real treasures and will give Rukan and his handler all they need to extort big money from the US. Or so it will appear. If he gets his hands on them. Which he won’t because we’ll nab him first, before he gets to you.”
Hope you’re right.
In less than ten minutes we’re driving for the exit. Most traffic has been held, but some carts are still operating. Obviously.
One just went by.
We pass several more columns but… something’s not right. I woof, “Excuse me Agent Michael, are we using a different exit?”
“No. Why?”
“We’re moving parallel to the entrance, not towards it.”
Agent X-Ray looks grim in the back seat as Agent Michael grabs the comm unit. “HQ, HQ. Location check. Over.”
HQ says, “Roger. Section H moving south to Section L.”
Agent Michael looks back at Agent X-Ray, then me. “Headquarters confirm. We’re not in M Unit? Over.”
“Negative. Section H.”
“But we’re looking at… Change of plan. The markers are swapped. Stand by.”
“Roger that.”
Agent Michael calls the other vehicles in our convoy. “All alert. Sharks misdirected. Repeat. Rukan has misdirected. Mullet will lead us to the proper exit.”
Gulp. I lower the window again and hang my head out, fully using my senses. I still have a bad feeling. Probably just nerves knowing Rukan is so near. He’s the shark. I’m the mullet.
Shudder. Will I endure his abuse again?
HQ cuts in. “Approaching chokepoint. Be on the lookout.”
I shake off the fear. Must focus.
Look! Movement from the left. It’s that same cart again, darting across. Sniff. The occupant smells familiar. There was a man at The Country Cooker with this scent, but he wasn’t with the ruffians.
As he veers into the blackness, he fires a weapon. Neon green paint splatters our vehicle.
A large engine echoes, rumbling closer and closer. Another shifts into gear.
Agent Michael yells into the
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