Read Online M.I.A. Hunter: Miami War Zone by Stephen Mertz - Free Book Online
Authors: Stephen Mertz
Tags: Action & Adventure
Ads: Link
would be, like all the rest of the land in Florida.
For now, however, it was a perfect spot for a drug deal. Dark, mosquito infested, thick with trees and grasses and weeds.
Crazy Charlie's Cuban gunmen were spread out and well hidden. Charlie himself, and a few of his closest associates, were located a safe distance away, awaiting results.
The Colombians got there first, driving in pickup trucks with armed guards in the back. There were three trucks, about six men to a truck.
The Cubans were close behind, in cars. Four cars, four men to a car. Charlie could not see well from where he was hiding, but he assumed that the men were as well armed as the Colombians.
It wasn't that anyone expected trouble. This was a routine meet, of a kind that had gone down often before, but no one was completely relaxed. No one in the drug world ever allowed himself to get completely relaxed, or if he did he didn't last long enough to tell about it.
The doors opened and closed on the pickups as men got out of the cabs. No lights came on in the interiors.
More doors slammed, and men got out of the cars. The guards in the pickups tensed.
Charlie's men waited until both groups had gotten as close as they ever would. Then they stood up and began firing.
The sounds of the Uzis shattered the stillness and quiet of the night, and the screams of the men followed.
The Colombians began to return the fire from the pickup beds, and the Cubans got out of their cars. It was Charlie's idea to let as many of the Cubans escape alive as possible, thus solidifying the idea that this was indeed a Cuban double-cross. He also wanted at least one Colombian left to tell the story.
It was hard to get that idea across to his Cuban troops, however. They were firing and being fired on, and in the heat of the battle they didn't much care whom they killed.
Bodies flipped out of pickup beds as projectiles tore into them. Cubans slammed into the sides of their cars and slipped slowly to the ground. Bullets punched holes in the sheet metal of the cars' bodies.
Charlie knew that some of his own men would be killed as well, but they were Cubans and would be reported as such in the newspapers. The Colombians would be convinced. He was sure of it.
A stray bullet slapped into the palm tree beside which Charlie was hiding. " Shit! " he exclaimed, sinking lower. It wasn't his idea to die out there himself. That was not part of the plan.
He saw no more of the fighting, though to tell the truth, he hadn't been able to see much to begin with. The night was too dark, and most of the action he had viewed had been illuminated by the flame bursting from firing Uzis.
Soon he heard a door slam and a car start. He raised up to see one of Feliz's cars leaving the scene, backing as fast as it could down the gravel road.
Another slam, and a Colombian pickup spun off the road and into the ditch to get around all the other vehicles.
Charlie strained his eyes for five minutes, but there was no other movement. It was time to move out. Even this far from town, the gunfire would have been heard and the cops would be on the way.
He and his men cut across the open field to where their own car was hidden, not far off another gravel road.
His Cuban troops could find their own way out.
If they were still alive.
Charlie didn't give a damn one way or the other.
Chapter Seven
S tone was angry.
His two leads were dead, Wofford was still missing, and there seemed to be no more clues as to his whereabouts.
"Let's go over it again," Carol said. They were in the safe house, surrounded by the computers and monitors. Hog and Loughlin were in their rooms, resting, but Stone was unable to sleep.
Stone took it from the top, telling Carol everything that had happened from the time they entered the Black Pussy Cat until the fistfight had ended.
"It was a planned, organized hit," Stone said. "They didn't care who got killed as long as they got their targets. In fact, the random shooting will
For now, however, it was a perfect spot for a drug deal. Dark, mosquito infested, thick with trees and grasses and weeds.
Crazy Charlie's Cuban gunmen were spread out and well hidden. Charlie himself, and a few of his closest associates, were located a safe distance away, awaiting results.
The Colombians got there first, driving in pickup trucks with armed guards in the back. There were three trucks, about six men to a truck.
The Cubans were close behind, in cars. Four cars, four men to a car. Charlie could not see well from where he was hiding, but he assumed that the men were as well armed as the Colombians.
It wasn't that anyone expected trouble. This was a routine meet, of a kind that had gone down often before, but no one was completely relaxed. No one in the drug world ever allowed himself to get completely relaxed, or if he did he didn't last long enough to tell about it.
The doors opened and closed on the pickups as men got out of the cabs. No lights came on in the interiors.
More doors slammed, and men got out of the cars. The guards in the pickups tensed.
Charlie's men waited until both groups had gotten as close as they ever would. Then they stood up and began firing.
The sounds of the Uzis shattered the stillness and quiet of the night, and the screams of the men followed.
The Colombians began to return the fire from the pickup beds, and the Cubans got out of their cars. It was Charlie's idea to let as many of the Cubans escape alive as possible, thus solidifying the idea that this was indeed a Cuban double-cross. He also wanted at least one Colombian left to tell the story.
It was hard to get that idea across to his Cuban troops, however. They were firing and being fired on, and in the heat of the battle they didn't much care whom they killed.
Bodies flipped out of pickup beds as projectiles tore into them. Cubans slammed into the sides of their cars and slipped slowly to the ground. Bullets punched holes in the sheet metal of the cars' bodies.
Charlie knew that some of his own men would be killed as well, but they were Cubans and would be reported as such in the newspapers. The Colombians would be convinced. He was sure of it.
A stray bullet slapped into the palm tree beside which Charlie was hiding. " Shit! " he exclaimed, sinking lower. It wasn't his idea to die out there himself. That was not part of the plan.
He saw no more of the fighting, though to tell the truth, he hadn't been able to see much to begin with. The night was too dark, and most of the action he had viewed had been illuminated by the flame bursting from firing Uzis.
Soon he heard a door slam and a car start. He raised up to see one of Feliz's cars leaving the scene, backing as fast as it could down the gravel road.
Another slam, and a Colombian pickup spun off the road and into the ditch to get around all the other vehicles.
Charlie strained his eyes for five minutes, but there was no other movement. It was time to move out. Even this far from town, the gunfire would have been heard and the cops would be on the way.
He and his men cut across the open field to where their own car was hidden, not far off another gravel road.
His Cuban troops could find their own way out.
If they were still alive.
Charlie didn't give a damn one way or the other.
Chapter Seven
S tone was angry.
His two leads were dead, Wofford was still missing, and there seemed to be no more clues as to his whereabouts.
"Let's go over it again," Carol said. They were in the safe house, surrounded by the computers and monitors. Hog and Loughlin were in their rooms, resting, but Stone was unable to sleep.
Stone took it from the top, telling Carol everything that had happened from the time they entered the Black Pussy Cat until the fistfight had ended.
"It was a planned, organized hit," Stone said. "They didn't care who got killed as long as they got their targets. In fact, the random shooting will
Similar Books
