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beat the holy shit out of me! I felt him trying to twist me to the right and down so I just relaxed and went with his energy. Oldest trick in the book. The sudden absence of resistance caught him off guard and I felt him slip a bit. I pushed forward with both hands and yelled as loudly as I could right in his eardrum. A gap opened up between us and I filled it with a series of hard punches to his face and body. I backed him up against the far wall and just as things were looking up for Yours Truly, I got kicked square in the balls.
Forgive me, I stand corrected: that’s the oldest trick in the book.
For a moment I thought I was going to black out. I fought it and somehow managed to land a wild left haymaker against the side of Blondie’s skull. As I was grabbing my nuts and lurching sideways I watched him trip and fall hard against the corner of a cheap-ass desk. I felt a wall at my back and my knees buckled beneath me. I couldn’t breath. I could feel puke rising up from my stomach. As I slid down the wall I blew chunks. Fuck me! This was not how I’d planned things.
I managed to open my eyes long enough to see Trace swinging her Kimber at Blondie’s head. With a thwack the all-steel pistol slapped him upside his skull and he hit the floor like a dead man. A second stream of vomit lurched up outta my guts and all over the cheesy light green carpet I was hanging onto for dear life. Dickie’s balls were on fire. They hadn’t felt squeezed this tight since I’d gotten my divorce papers from my ex-wife’s shark of a lawyer.
“Skipper? Hey, Skipper! You okay?”
Finished puking, I raised my eyes to where Trace was squatting beside me. I nodded weakly. Actual tears were running down my cheeks and I could smell fresh vomit in my beard. Yeah, I was fucking-A fine. Never better, thank you very fucking much!
Paul helped me up off the floor and he and Trace eased me into a chair. I watched Danny do a quick search of the asshole who’d probably ruined my sex life for the next six months. The big cop then cuffed Blondie and yanked him to his feet. I grinned as I saw his eyes rolling around in his head like loose marbles. Trace had scrambled his brains good.
“I’ll put him in the car. You two get Dick outta here, and find his fucking gun before you leave!” With a smile Barrett nodded to me. “Nice plan,” he said. “I especially liked the part where you got your nuts kicked outta the ballpark. I’ve gotta remember that one.”
“Fuuuck you,” I wheezed. “Where we taking him?”
“OISA,” he replied. “If we can tie him to the assholes we think we’re looking for he’s outta my jurisdiction and into yours. Whatever you do from then on is your business.”
I nodded. Trace handed me my Glock and I shoved the little pistol into my coat pocket. Standing without anyone’s help I jerked my head toward the open door. “Let’s get the fuck outta here,” I snarled.
“You okay?” Trace asked.
I nodded in the affirmative. However I didn’t pull away when she took me gently by the arm. Time like this a man needs all the help he can get.
“How’s the old nut sack hanging, Skipper?” I heard the hint of laughter lurking in her voice and almost chuckled myself.
“It’s about halfway up my ass, Dahlgren. Wanna see?”
“Maybe later. In the meantime hold what you got.”
“You do the same, Dahlgren.”
We both managed a laugh at that one as she guided me out of the building and to Danny’s car.
Teammates. You gotta love ’em.
Chapter
5
“The ancients had a great advantage over us in that their armies were not trailed by a second army of pen-pushers.”
N APOLEON , ed. Herod, The Mind of Napoleon, 1955
The NSA chopper dropped us and our very quiet new friend at an isolated concrete pad I recognized on sight. I’d used it frequently during my last formal command that was based near Dulles Airport. At that time I’d been ordered by Vice Admiral James “Ace” Lyons, then deputy chief of
Forgive me, I stand corrected: that’s the oldest trick in the book.
For a moment I thought I was going to black out. I fought it and somehow managed to land a wild left haymaker against the side of Blondie’s skull. As I was grabbing my nuts and lurching sideways I watched him trip and fall hard against the corner of a cheap-ass desk. I felt a wall at my back and my knees buckled beneath me. I couldn’t breath. I could feel puke rising up from my stomach. As I slid down the wall I blew chunks. Fuck me! This was not how I’d planned things.
I managed to open my eyes long enough to see Trace swinging her Kimber at Blondie’s head. With a thwack the all-steel pistol slapped him upside his skull and he hit the floor like a dead man. A second stream of vomit lurched up outta my guts and all over the cheesy light green carpet I was hanging onto for dear life. Dickie’s balls were on fire. They hadn’t felt squeezed this tight since I’d gotten my divorce papers from my ex-wife’s shark of a lawyer.
“Skipper? Hey, Skipper! You okay?”
Finished puking, I raised my eyes to where Trace was squatting beside me. I nodded weakly. Actual tears were running down my cheeks and I could smell fresh vomit in my beard. Yeah, I was fucking-A fine. Never better, thank you very fucking much!
Paul helped me up off the floor and he and Trace eased me into a chair. I watched Danny do a quick search of the asshole who’d probably ruined my sex life for the next six months. The big cop then cuffed Blondie and yanked him to his feet. I grinned as I saw his eyes rolling around in his head like loose marbles. Trace had scrambled his brains good.
“I’ll put him in the car. You two get Dick outta here, and find his fucking gun before you leave!” With a smile Barrett nodded to me. “Nice plan,” he said. “I especially liked the part where you got your nuts kicked outta the ballpark. I’ve gotta remember that one.”
“Fuuuck you,” I wheezed. “Where we taking him?”
“OISA,” he replied. “If we can tie him to the assholes we think we’re looking for he’s outta my jurisdiction and into yours. Whatever you do from then on is your business.”
I nodded. Trace handed me my Glock and I shoved the little pistol into my coat pocket. Standing without anyone’s help I jerked my head toward the open door. “Let’s get the fuck outta here,” I snarled.
“You okay?” Trace asked.
I nodded in the affirmative. However I didn’t pull away when she took me gently by the arm. Time like this a man needs all the help he can get.
“How’s the old nut sack hanging, Skipper?” I heard the hint of laughter lurking in her voice and almost chuckled myself.
“It’s about halfway up my ass, Dahlgren. Wanna see?”
“Maybe later. In the meantime hold what you got.”
“You do the same, Dahlgren.”
We both managed a laugh at that one as she guided me out of the building and to Danny’s car.
Teammates. You gotta love ’em.
Chapter
5
“The ancients had a great advantage over us in that their armies were not trailed by a second army of pen-pushers.”
N APOLEON , ed. Herod, The Mind of Napoleon, 1955
The NSA chopper dropped us and our very quiet new friend at an isolated concrete pad I recognized on sight. I’d used it frequently during my last formal command that was based near Dulles Airport. At that time I’d been ordered by Vice Admiral James “Ace” Lyons, then deputy chief of
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