Free Hard Case VII - Red Waves (John Harding Series Book 7) by Bernard Lee DeLeo

simply cut the flood of fifth column saboteurs and murderers from ever reaching our shores. With me, I have a new precept. I treat Middle Eastern people on a case by case basis. John and Cala were golden with me, but the other millions would take more time than I had left, hence cutting the horde off until I could adjust.
    I shook Gilani’s hair a bit, wagging his head back and forth. “Do yourself a favor and keep silent unless we ask you something. Mention rights again and you will eat your tasty ears. Do you understand?”
    Gilani nodded enthusiastically. I released him reluctantly.
    Lucas brought the chart to life on the laptop’s desktop screen. It showed the intended positioning of the Falak. Gus drove to the curb and took the laptop from Lucas. I could tell he recognized the boat’s mooring. He handed the laptop back to Lucas.
    “I know the Point Pintos area quite well. We’ve deposited a few of our less savory characters in the waters beyond there. The Falak is holding position near the bell. We have implements for shutting it down and destroying the Falak if Denny can possibly alert the authorities to look the other way for maybe a Homeland Security issue at sea.”
    “I’ll take care of that issue immediately,” Denny began making calls while Gus drove toward the Stagecoach Lodge. Gilani leaned against the van bulkhead with eyes closed and mouth shut.
    “My male family members are thugs and predators,” Cala explained stoically. “We may have to remove them from this dimension.”
    “If you need help, girlfriend, call me,” Lynn said. “We had a similar problem we needed to resolve in much the same manner. We have a mutant Muslim strike force, don’t we, Cheese?”
    “We do indeed,” I confirmed. “I’m beginning to consider a widening of our duties to include any place having even a small problem with the un-assimilating horde the government and media seem to love. I like your style, Nick. This is your territory. How do you want to take these shooters at the motel?”
    “My suggestion is we make Gilani call them and confirm they’re in the room. We pick the lock, open the door, toss in a grenade and walk away.”
    Nick grinned as everyone but Denny and Gilani laughed. “Okay… okay – we toss in a flash-bang, and go in to do what we do best with murderous illegal aliens. We can probably take them alive for disposal later. Cala, we have the freezer cleaned out, right?”
    “Yes, Muerto. Gus and John took our last occupants out for disposal last week.”
    Denny gave out a sigh with long intake of breath. “Yes, let’s do that, Nick. Thank you. I like your operational offering. We may need to ask the two shooters a couple of questions and I’d rather we didn’t need to do so with a medium or the kid who sees dead people.”
    Gus drove us to the lodge, but parked a block before the entrance. “How’s this? I didn’t think you’d want to drive to their door for retrieval until it’s a done deal.”
    “Quite right, Gus,” Nick said before turning to me. “I’m thinking Lynn knocking on the door. When the jerks answer, we lob a banger inside and hold the door shut. We then go in, collect our test subjects and Gus drives in for retrieval. We’ll be in and out in moments.”
    “I like it. We don’t want a big presence at the door, so how about Clint and I backing Lynn at the door, Muerto?”
    “That’s good with me. There’s no use in drawing unwanted attention where we can avoid it. One flash-bang should put those two on their asses. We’ll sweep in like EMT’s to retrieve our captives and be gone in moments. I have a request if this takedown pans out and we move on to the boater we missed yesterday.”
    Nick was grinning so I figured the request would be fine. “I’m certain we can grant the request. I guess you’ll explain it when we collect our disappointed shooters. Let’s go get this done. We’ll have to return and make good with hotel management. For right now