“You piece of shit,” growled Gator.“I should throw you out of this plane just because.Restrain him.”
“With pleasure,” said Cowboy.He had the man hog-tied and gagged before they landed with a full patrol of MP’s waiting on the tarmac.
“General Moisson, we didn’t expect to see you here,” said Gator.
“Well, shit surprises deserve like in kind,” he frowned.“We were prepared to begin court-martial proceedings against him.”
“For this?” asked Logan.
“No.”The general cleared his throat and looked back to be sure the MPs were far enough away from them.“This was about a recent incident involving hazing of three new Green Beret members.”
“Wait a minute,” frowned Logan, “we were told those were training accidents.”
“I know,” nodded the general.“It’s not been made public yet, but it was actually Storman giving the order to blindfold them and lead them through the woods and forcing them to find their way back.It was seventeen degrees that night and the three men were in their boxers.Nothing else.”
“That fucking asshole,” mumbled Ham.
“Two died from exposure. The third died when he swept downriver by the current.He was an average swimmer at best.Twenty fucking years old.All three in the primes of their careers.”
“Where is he now?” asked Logan.
“We’re not sure and off the record, I could use your help.I’ve told the Green Beret command center that I’ve pulled the three of you for a special project,” he said nodding to Logan, Forrester, and Menzies.“I’m going to hope you can work with them, Ham.”
“You know we will, sir.”
“And you, Rush?” he smirked.“Any chance you’ll jump into this fray?”
“If Logan needs me, I’ll be happy to help but I think they’ll be just fine without me.After-all, I’m semi-retired.”
“Bullshit,” laughed the general.“No man in your team has ever been semi-retired.”
“Hey guys,” said Evie from the cockpit, “we’re going to head up to Baltimore to pick up a part I need.We’ve got something going on with the fuel line but it shouldn’t take long.Get a hotel and I’ll let you know when we’re all done.”
“Sounds good, Evie,” nodded Ham.“We’ll see if we can catch a commercial flight back if we have to.You guys head to the hotel and get some dinner and sleep.”
CHAPTER FOUR
While the rest of the team caught the commercial flight home, Logan, Forrester, and Menzies took a taxi to the nearest hotel.As they were leaving the taxi, a black SUV, its windows blacked out and license plate covered, pulled up at the curb.
“Get in,” said a man with a gun.
“Fuck you,” said Menzies.
With a silencer in place, he fired two bullets into Menzies abdomen.Lying on the curb, bleeding to death, two more men jumped from the vehicle, shoving Logan and Forrester into the SUV.
Hooded and unable to see their attackers, they knew they were being driven somewhere, they just didn’t know where.
“You just had to fuck everything up, didn’t you Anders.”Logan knew that voice.It was General Fitzwilliam.“You always fuck things up in your own angelic, gotta-do-good fucking way.”
“Sounds like you don’t like me much,” said Logan.“Why the hoods when I already know who you are.”
Someone yanked the hood off his head and his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the interior of the vehicle.Beside him, Forrester was leaning against the door, his face ashen and sallow.
“What did you do to him?” he asked.
The SUV stopped near a canal and Forrester’s body was pushed out of the vehicle, rolling downhill into the shallow water.He looked away and looked back too late as the long needle was pushed into his thigh.
“You’re going to die Anders,” smirked the old man.“You’re going to die and I’m going to be a rich man.You can’t stop me.You won’t stop me.No one in your whole fucking family will stop me.”
