The Somali Deception Episode II (A Cameron Kincaid Serial)

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The room Abbo used on his visits to the harem.   Cameron figured an easy gamble, for
Abbo’s own comfort, the harem suite and this floor, would share roughly the
same decor.   He tapped Alastair’s
shoulder and then eased himself as forward as he could without entering the
central room.   Directly outward from
their position at the end of the hall the glass walls formed a corner.   Relying on the reflective surface of the wall they surveyed the room.   From the reflection they could see two large sofas to their right.
    Cameron’s suspicions were
correct.
    Cameron calculated there would
be at least one guard in that direction.   Somebody more important than a guard, somebody Abbo could call on to
fetch something.   There had been a
bodyguard in the restaurant, a dark Somali the size of a titan.   Abbo had called the bodyguard
Theal.   That bodyguard had not gone
down to the harem and was not one of those the three shot upon entering the
suite.   Cameron tilted his head out
a bit farther, wary that reflections show two ways.
    On one of the sofas, Cameron
could see a man reclining, facing out into the night.   A large black man with his eyes closed,
possibly sleeping.   The man was
Theal.   Cameron signaled to
Alastair.   Alastair understood there
was a man sleeping around the corner.   Cameron also gestured to Pepe that he would march out around toward the
kitchen.
    The three matched eyes and nods
and then flowed from the hallway.   The three filed from out in a well-rehearsed formation, three bulldozers
clearing the space.   Alastair circled
around Cameron to cover the right side of the room where the giant slept while
Cameron launched from the shadowed hall into the opposite direction.   Behind him followed Pepe, scanning from
the left and then settling next to Alastair.   They found no confrontation.   The only guard in the central room was
the man on the sofa, and he would never wake again.
    Cameron continued to sweep his
wing of the suite, the kitchen, dining room, and other bedrooms.   All were clear, no guards, no Christine.
    Christine was the woman in the
master bedroom with Abbo.
    Cameron spun back toward that
end of the apartment, his MP-5 forward, and his steps wide and swift.   He recounted the rooms in fleeting
checks, deck clear, walls clear, ceiling clear, check, check, and check.   Departing gifts for each room, charge
engaged with a twist, apply to the inside of the door jam, and then go.
    Cameron’s heartbeat was in his
neck, closing his throat.   His body
and action were truly autonomous.   He crossed the central room and pressed down the hallway toward the
master bedroom.
    Alastair and Pepe waited outside
of the slightly open bedroom door, set to pounce.
    The hallway was long and the
last steps eternal.
    From the bedroom Abbo laughed
again deeply, sickly, and there was the sound of another, of a woman, breathing
in heavy rhythm, fornicating.
    Cameron’s eyes were locked on
Alastair and Pepe.   Their heads
subtly nodded in a rhythm to his steps, timing his entry, their launch.
    The door burst open to let
Cameron cross the threshold.
    “Don’t move!” screamed Alastair
as he and the other two commandos stormed the room and surrounded Abbo, naked
on the master bed, beneath the woman he was enjoying an instant before.
    Abbo’s bright white eyes beamed
wild, lunging out of his skull toward the three invaders.   Mounted on Abbo’s groin, her back to the
three was a woman, naked and beading in sweat.   His large hands firmly clutched the thin
waist of the woman, almost encircling her, a caucasian woman with long flowing chestnut hair.
     
    * * *
* *
     
     

Chapter 36
    Abbo’s Suite, Burj Khalifa Level
105, Dubai
     
     
    Cameron, Alastair, and Pepe were
members of an elite fraternity.   The
Corsican Second Foreign Parachute Regiment, the Special Forces spearhead of the
French rapid reaction force.   These
three men were plucked as the elite of the elite, to go first and

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