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surrounding area just as the sun began to make its appearance at the edge of the morning sky. The guard was armed with an automatic rifle that he held at the ready and his head was in constant motion as he scanned this section of the compound for any unwanted activity.
In the tradecraft of Sandor’s profession, the high ground can sometimes be overrated. An early mentor pointed out that cover is often more important than position. “Finding your advantage is the key,” he said. “Always remember, if you find yourself in a fair fight, you didn’t plan well enough.”
Sandor drew the .45 from his holster and gave the silencer a hard twist to make certain it was secure, then took aim. From a kneeling position he fired off two rounds, the first striking the man in the face, the second catching him square in the chest before he fell to the ground.
Sandor leapt to his feet and ran as fast as he could toward the four parked vehicles. He had a quick check of the ignitions and inside the consoles, then felt around the tops of the tires. There were no keys.
He had no way of knowing who might still be in the house, who might have seen the sentry go down, or who was already heading this way. One thing was certain—he could hear voices coming toward him.
He figured one of the Jeeps would be his best bet out of there.Easy to hot-wire, agile through the jungle, and unlikely to have any sort of alarm.
He scrambled into the newer-looking model and, working under the dashboard, managed to get it started. He twisted the wires together so they would hold, then went to work on the remaining transportation.
Moving with haste and precision he shot out all twelve tires. Having already snapped the second magazine into his .45, he fired the remaining shots into the three gas tanks. The steel-jacketed rounds tore through the metal siding, causing gas to begin pouring out onto the ground.
The sound of the approaching security detail grew louder as Sandor jumped into the driver’s seat of the running jeep and took off along the narrow path that lay dead ahead of him, the road that Carlos told him would lead straight into the jungle and toward the shore of the Lago de Maracaibo.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
INSIDE ADINA’S COMPOUND, SOUTH OF BARRANQUITAS
R ADIO COMMUNICATIONS CRACKLED across the compound as men raced to their designated positions. Two of them hurried through the dawn light toward the rear of the main house to reinforce the sentry posted there. As they drew closer they heard the sound of tires being popped, followed by the unmistakable rumble of a vehicle speeding off into the jungle.
One of them reached for his radio. “Back of the main house,” he said.
“What is it?” Alejandro demanded.
“We’re checking now,” came the immediate reply.
The two men moved cautiously to the corner of the building, reaching there just in time to see Sandor’s jeep kicking up dust as it flew down the dirt road and out of sight. After confirming that the lookout on the veranda was dead, they made a quick survey of the other vehicles.
“We’ve got trouble,” one of them reported over his radio, then described what they found.
“No,” Alejandro barked into his radio for every man to hear, “the maricon who did this is going to have trouble. The two of you go find those idiots Manuel and Eduardo. The rest of you meet me on the rear veranda. Now.”
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Sandor guided the jeep along the primitive jungle road, moving as fast as he could without losing control. There were huge bumps andlarge holes, low-hanging branches and exposed roots, all of which rendered the dirt path a lethal obstacle course. He negotiated these hazards as he formulated a revised strategy for meeting up with Bergenn and Raabe.
His plan had been to take out Adina in the dark of night, then grab the pack he left outside the perimeter of the compound and circle back through the jungle. He expected it to take him several hours on foot to reach the beach east
In the tradecraft of Sandor’s profession, the high ground can sometimes be overrated. An early mentor pointed out that cover is often more important than position. “Finding your advantage is the key,” he said. “Always remember, if you find yourself in a fair fight, you didn’t plan well enough.”
Sandor drew the .45 from his holster and gave the silencer a hard twist to make certain it was secure, then took aim. From a kneeling position he fired off two rounds, the first striking the man in the face, the second catching him square in the chest before he fell to the ground.
Sandor leapt to his feet and ran as fast as he could toward the four parked vehicles. He had a quick check of the ignitions and inside the consoles, then felt around the tops of the tires. There were no keys.
He had no way of knowing who might still be in the house, who might have seen the sentry go down, or who was already heading this way. One thing was certain—he could hear voices coming toward him.
He figured one of the Jeeps would be his best bet out of there.Easy to hot-wire, agile through the jungle, and unlikely to have any sort of alarm.
He scrambled into the newer-looking model and, working under the dashboard, managed to get it started. He twisted the wires together so they would hold, then went to work on the remaining transportation.
Moving with haste and precision he shot out all twelve tires. Having already snapped the second magazine into his .45, he fired the remaining shots into the three gas tanks. The steel-jacketed rounds tore through the metal siding, causing gas to begin pouring out onto the ground.
The sound of the approaching security detail grew louder as Sandor jumped into the driver’s seat of the running jeep and took off along the narrow path that lay dead ahead of him, the road that Carlos told him would lead straight into the jungle and toward the shore of the Lago de Maracaibo.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
INSIDE ADINA’S COMPOUND, SOUTH OF BARRANQUITAS
R ADIO COMMUNICATIONS CRACKLED across the compound as men raced to their designated positions. Two of them hurried through the dawn light toward the rear of the main house to reinforce the sentry posted there. As they drew closer they heard the sound of tires being popped, followed by the unmistakable rumble of a vehicle speeding off into the jungle.
One of them reached for his radio. “Back of the main house,” he said.
“What is it?” Alejandro demanded.
“We’re checking now,” came the immediate reply.
The two men moved cautiously to the corner of the building, reaching there just in time to see Sandor’s jeep kicking up dust as it flew down the dirt road and out of sight. After confirming that the lookout on the veranda was dead, they made a quick survey of the other vehicles.
“We’ve got trouble,” one of them reported over his radio, then described what they found.
“No,” Alejandro barked into his radio for every man to hear, “the maricon who did this is going to have trouble. The two of you go find those idiots Manuel and Eduardo. The rest of you meet me on the rear veranda. Now.”
————
Sandor guided the jeep along the primitive jungle road, moving as fast as he could without losing control. There were huge bumps andlarge holes, low-hanging branches and exposed roots, all of which rendered the dirt path a lethal obstacle course. He negotiated these hazards as he formulated a revised strategy for meeting up with Bergenn and Raabe.
His plan had been to take out Adina in the dark of night, then grab the pack he left outside the perimeter of the compound and circle back through the jungle. He expected it to take him several hours on foot to reach the beach east
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