Free The Somali Deception Episode II (A Cameron Kincaid Serial) by Daniel Arthur Smith

wouldn’t worry about the
cameras.   I was able to rig the
elevator on a loop,” said Alastair.   He eased his head to the side to inspect the ocular scan from a
different angle and then reached out his hand in front of Cameron.   Pepe unsnapped the leather cover of one
of the front utility belt pockets.   From within he retrieved a hard sunglass case, a Ray Ban logo imprinted
across the top.
    Alastair saw the case in a
side-glance, and then shifted his head around, “Oh you didn’t.   I was looking for that.   That’s my sunglass case.”
    “I had to put them in something
safe,” said Pepe.   He flipped open
the case to reveal a plastic baggy filled with ice and the two plump eyes of
Taufiq Sawar.   “This is a good case,
strong.”
    “Just hand the thing over,” said
Alastair.
    Cameron sucked in his chest as
Pepe passed the cadaver specimen across the elevator.   He curled his lip.   He was not disturbed the two gruesome
jelly orbs peering up from the case, rather he was displeased with Taufiq’s
fate.
    “It was necessary,” said
Pepe.   “You see that now.”
    Cameron cleared his throat and
rolled his eyes to Pepe.   “I knew
that then.   I don’t have to like the
situation.”
    Pepe was undeterred by his
friend’s suggestion of empathy.   “Did I hear you correct that all of the women in Abbo’s harem look like
Christine?”
    “This should do fine,” said
Alastair.   He held the case up to
the ocular scanner.   The backlit LED
circle and rectangle flicked from crimson to emerald.
    “Yeah,” said Cameron, “he has a
fetish for caucasian women with green eyes and chestnut hair.”
    “Then I have no problem with the
situation,” said Pepe.   “Get ready.”
    The elevator doors separated.
    Outside of the elevator were two
suit dressed security men, each with a hole in his forehead before he could
draw his own weapon.   With a
mechanical rhythm stemmed from engrained training, Alastair stowed Taufiq’s
eyes, secured his duffel, and then entered the corridor.   Alastair’s comrades followed in fluent
motion, Cameron holding left, and then Pepe squat, to drag his duffel out
between the two dropped men.   Pepe
methodically sifted through the clothes of the corpses for radios and access
cards.   Alastair merely reached back
to receive the coming bounty, his gaze fixed on the door of the 105th floor
master suite.
    Pepe finished rifling through
the suited dead, and then set a charge beneath the sleeve of one.   He snapped into formation next to
Alastair, and then gave Cameron a nod.   In unison the three men, as much commandos now as they ever were, edged
toward Abbo’s door.   They had
studied the floor layout, were beyond well trained, and had one single
objective left in their mission, the safe extraction of Christine Laroque from
the 105th floor of the Burj Khalifa.
    After years focusing on building
a reputation as a restaurateur, Cameron was now executing the second direct
action infiltration and exfiltration in a week.
    The three stopped at the door,
each in position to charge and indiscriminately fire.   Alastair pressed the muzzle of his MP-5
firmly against the surface of the door.   He placed three fingers on the steel latch and between his index finger
and thumb held the access card to the mouth of the slot.   Calmly he asked, “Ready?”
    The responses were as cool.   “Clear,” said Pepe.
    “Clear,” said Cameron.
    Alastair slid the access card
into the slot below the latch.   The
crimson LED on the top of the access reader blinked off and the neighboring LED
lit bright emerald.
      “Viva Legionne,” said Alastair as he
pressed down on the latch with his other three fingers and forced the door open
with the muzzle of his MP-5.
     
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Chapter 35
    Abbo’s Suite, Burj Khalifa Level
105, Dubai
     
     
    The guard assigned to monitor
the close circuit video of the corridor outside of Abbo’s 105th floor suite had
his back to the door, and his