I find myself in the snow again. Well, at least it’s not snowing. We were working a job a now retired operator setup just before she stepped away. My right-hand TC decided she didn’t want to risk the baby she was having on working in the field. She said it was selfish to put her wants before the baby’s needs. She and my best friend from high school were expecting their first child soon. So, I find myself in uncharted waters. Yes, I have done many jobs without her. this will be the first with her completely gone.
I own and operate a specialty security service. I started this company to do some good while making some green. TC’s father worked for the World Health Organization or WHO. He retired a few years ago but he kept some of his contacts. While there he and his wife started a secret organization helping women to escape violence. They started in the middle east but now operate all over the world including America. Occasionally, we provide security for those who are escaping from more violent troubles. Some are running from abusive husbands’ others from family.
My team was split up with Ted, Tina and her brothers with me in Alaska setting up our hideaway while Gregg, Bobby, Jimmy, Phil and Janet are in Afghanistan helping our guests make the move. They will enter Canada then cross the border into Alaska. This site works well with most people thinking, “who would go from the desert to the tundra.” People in hiding move here for a year or two. while here we can help them assimilate into the culture. By the time they are ready to leave they have everything they need to start a new life.
We had a window of about three days. Then a storm will close off access to this site. I don’t want to be here then. It could be a month or more before anyone can get to this hideaway. We built up enough supplies for twenty people to stay comfortable for two years. There will be at most thirteen people including the people TC’s parents hired. This site also includes a remote weather station which provides satellite Wi-Fi. The station acts as cover for why we are there and provides a connection to the outside world. Now all we need is for my team to show up with the quests.
Five miles from the departure point they found themselves being chased. Gregg and Bobby were on point in a Land Rover with a 50-caliber machine gun mounted on top. Jimmy and Phil were in the rear with a Humvee and another 50-cal. Gregg and Bobby pulled to the side and let the convoy pass. They ducked behind a hill and waited for the ones following them to pass by. Three old Land Rovers passed. Two of them had 50-cals and one was loaded down with RPG rounds. This was bad. It would take some time to load the plane. A running gun battle with children would be a bad deal. They needed to stop them or at least slow them down. Bobby radioed ahead to warn the airstrip. With Gregg behind the wheel and Bobby at the gun they struck.
They caught the pursuers by surprise. Bobby hit the third car with the 50-cal. The excessive number of RPG rounds in the back exploded turning it into a fire ball. Gregg dodged the flames sending the Land Rover to the left. The second pursuer found his target and opened fire on the two. Over the radio Jimmy heard his brother and Gregg cut down. Jimmy Sped up and came to a stop. They were approaching the end of the mountains. The terrain then opened to a flat plateau. From here the pursuing Land Rovers could catchup. He had Phil get out. Janet in the truck with the refuges started to protest. Jimmy said, “they will need all the help you two can give them. I need to finish my brother’s work.” The truck slowed down enough so Phil could get on. Janet looked back knowing she would never see Jimmy again.
Jimmy blocked the narrowing road with the Humvee. He then grabbed his Barret rifle and a bag of magazines from the back. His last act was to set the explosives in the Humvee. He just had time to take a position when the two remaining pursuers arrived. They slowed to a roll as they approached the Humvee. Jimmy waited for them to get close. Then he set off the explosives in the Humvee. The explosion turned the Humvee into a large grenade. The shrapnel ripped and shredded both vehicles. The surviving men ducked behind a ridge. Jimmy opened fire on them. His first three shots hit their mark. Off in the distance he could hear more trucks. These guys had help coming. Jimmy fired until he ran out of ammo.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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