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certainly not the best for concealment, but you guys won’t care much about that
where you’re goin’. And it’ll shoot two-inch groups out to fifty yards. It’s a
mean sonofabitch.”
“What
about a suppressor?” asked Mac.
“Oh,
yeah, you bet. It’s a quick detach suppressor. On and off in an instant.” He
demonstrated. Mac and Culler nodded their heads in approval.
“One
more thing. Wait’ll you see this…” Barker walked back through the closet and
returned with a sheathed knife in his hand. He pulled the knife from its
sheath and held it out in front of him.
“It’s
a Russian made Spetsnaz Ballistic knife, a real good fighting knife under
normal circumstances, but this one has a special characteristic. See here on
the handle?” Culler and Mac moved closer. “That’s a safety pin. And see here on
the blade guard? That’s a trigger. Now, if I remove the safety pin like this,
and then press the trigger, the blade flies out. No shit, I mean it flies out
with a lotta speed and energy. Damn accurate too. It’ll penetrate a two-by-four
at twelve feet but makes absolutely no sound. Great for takin’ out a sentry
real quiet like without havin’ to get too close. Real nifty.”
MacMurphy
shook his head. “Amazing. Really amazing stuff. I want all of it. Go ahead and
talley up the bill, pack everything up and get it shipped out to your guy in
Thailand. I’ll get your money transferred as soon as I get back home.”
“You
want me to include the Lapua and spotter gear?”
Mac
glanced over at Culler with a longing look and then turned back to Barker. “Aw,
what the hell, you never know. Go ahead and stick it in the box with the other
stuff.”
“Well
then, let’s join Ruthie at the bar for a cocktail or two before dinner. She and
I are goin’ to take you down the road a piece, so you can taste some of our
local delicacies. Then we’ll come back here after dark and I’ll let you guys
fire off those weapons you just bought. Best to have a little familiarization
before you gotta use’em for real.”
Chapter Sixteen
I t
was dusk when they left the restaurant and headed back to Bill’s place. Except
for becoming more jovial and relaxed, Bill did not seem too impaired by the
three martinis he had consumed. He drove two miles back home along the narrow,
two-lane road without a waver.
Ruth
busied herself brewing a pot of coffee and setting out cups and saucers and
desert cookies on the bar while Bill Barker assembled the rifles and pistols.
When he had everything together in his back yard, he joined the group at the
bar and helped himself to a cup of coffee and a handful of cookies.
“Ruthie
makes the best damn chocolate chip cookies this side of heaven, and her
coffee’s not too bad either.”
Once
back at the house, Barker sobered up completely and began to inventory all of
the weapons and gear.
“Once
I get this list together and the prices, how am I goin’ to communicate with you
fellers?” said Barker..
“Jot
this down,” said Mac. “[email protected]. Send me an Email with a
list of the gear and prices along with your wiring instructions. I’ll get the
money off to you right away. Also, don’t forget to send me the contact
instructions for your police general friend in Chiang Mai. Send everything air
freight so we can pick it up within the next week or so.”
“No
problemo. I’ll see how fast I can get everything out to you and let ya know.”
Culler
nudged Mac. “There was one more thing,” he said.
Chapter Seventeen
M ac
lowered his voice. “The chemist thing. You said you could give us something
that would make people sick if they swallowed it. We need something
untraceable, tasteless and odorless.”
“That’s
right, I can cook you up just about anythin’ ya want, but I’ll need to know a
little more about what you need it for before I can give you a good answer.
I’ve got lots of concoctions that’ll make
certainly not the best for concealment, but you guys won’t care much about that
where you’re goin’. And it’ll shoot two-inch groups out to fifty yards. It’s a
mean sonofabitch.”
“What
about a suppressor?” asked Mac.
“Oh,
yeah, you bet. It’s a quick detach suppressor. On and off in an instant.” He
demonstrated. Mac and Culler nodded their heads in approval.
“One
more thing. Wait’ll you see this…” Barker walked back through the closet and
returned with a sheathed knife in his hand. He pulled the knife from its
sheath and held it out in front of him.
“It’s
a Russian made Spetsnaz Ballistic knife, a real good fighting knife under
normal circumstances, but this one has a special characteristic. See here on
the handle?” Culler and Mac moved closer. “That’s a safety pin. And see here on
the blade guard? That’s a trigger. Now, if I remove the safety pin like this,
and then press the trigger, the blade flies out. No shit, I mean it flies out
with a lotta speed and energy. Damn accurate too. It’ll penetrate a two-by-four
at twelve feet but makes absolutely no sound. Great for takin’ out a sentry
real quiet like without havin’ to get too close. Real nifty.”
MacMurphy
shook his head. “Amazing. Really amazing stuff. I want all of it. Go ahead and
talley up the bill, pack everything up and get it shipped out to your guy in
Thailand. I’ll get your money transferred as soon as I get back home.”
“You
want me to include the Lapua and spotter gear?”
Mac
glanced over at Culler with a longing look and then turned back to Barker. “Aw,
what the hell, you never know. Go ahead and stick it in the box with the other
stuff.”
“Well
then, let’s join Ruthie at the bar for a cocktail or two before dinner. She and
I are goin’ to take you down the road a piece, so you can taste some of our
local delicacies. Then we’ll come back here after dark and I’ll let you guys
fire off those weapons you just bought. Best to have a little familiarization
before you gotta use’em for real.”
Chapter Sixteen
I t
was dusk when they left the restaurant and headed back to Bill’s place. Except
for becoming more jovial and relaxed, Bill did not seem too impaired by the
three martinis he had consumed. He drove two miles back home along the narrow,
two-lane road without a waver.
Ruth
busied herself brewing a pot of coffee and setting out cups and saucers and
desert cookies on the bar while Bill Barker assembled the rifles and pistols.
When he had everything together in his back yard, he joined the group at the
bar and helped himself to a cup of coffee and a handful of cookies.
“Ruthie
makes the best damn chocolate chip cookies this side of heaven, and her
coffee’s not too bad either.”
Once
back at the house, Barker sobered up completely and began to inventory all of
the weapons and gear.
“Once
I get this list together and the prices, how am I goin’ to communicate with you
fellers?” said Barker..
“Jot
this down,” said Mac. “[email protected]. Send me an Email with a
list of the gear and prices along with your wiring instructions. I’ll get the
money off to you right away. Also, don’t forget to send me the contact
instructions for your police general friend in Chiang Mai. Send everything air
freight so we can pick it up within the next week or so.”
“No
problemo. I’ll see how fast I can get everything out to you and let ya know.”
Culler
nudged Mac. “There was one more thing,” he said.
Chapter Seventeen
M ac
lowered his voice. “The chemist thing. You said you could give us something
that would make people sick if they swallowed it. We need something
untraceable, tasteless and odorless.”
“That’s
right, I can cook you up just about anythin’ ya want, but I’ll need to know a
little more about what you need it for before I can give you a good answer.
I’ve got lots of concoctions that’ll make
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