Free The Last Operation (The Remnants of War Series, Book 1) by Patrick Astre Page A

fucking maricones , I don't want her touched, I don't want her body unwrapped. I want the pigs who brought her to be the first to see her, to see what I have done to the insolent puta. "
    Sanchez and Cruz nodded their heads, making small noises of affirmation. This was a dangerous time. They hastened to pick up the rolled up carpet, one on each end.
    "You will leave her under the trees by the great rock at the entrance to the dump. If she is disturbed I will cut your cojones off myself, you will know the pain this blonde pig has suffered."
    Sanchez and Cruz left the apartment carrying the carpet wrapped corpse. They went through the great room into the hallway when Diego Durand stepped in front of them. He was a slight man with horned rim glasses and the appearance of a greasy accountant.
    "Where are you going with that? What is in there?"
    "Uh, it is a body, Senor Durand. We, uh, are taking it outside, to where Senor Aquilino instructed us."
    "That Godamned Miguel is at it again, He is out of control. Put that down and open it. I want to see what he has done now."

 
     
     
    Chapter 13

     
    Matt Kelly released the Remington and laid it by her side, loaded and ready. There was no safety. She believed a sniper was better off without the safety. You just kept your finger away from the trigger until you were ready to fire. That's all. On her other side, the three cylinders had also been released and arranged for easy reach. The cylinders were extended with bar sights raised. The trigger mechanisms were pulled out of their recesses and locked into firing position. Matt was ready.
    * * *
    Six miles away and at the edge of the North Road, five hundred yards from the dump, Master Sergeant Roland Fournier Washington waited in Richard Daniel's rented Land Rover.
    At the edge of the dump, Carlos and Richard Daniels also waited. At this point, it was all up to Kurt Rhineman.
    * * *
    Sanchez and Cruz put down the rolled up carpet. Drops of nervous sweat dripped down their foreheads in spite of the blasts of cold air from the compound's central air conditioning.
    "Senor Durand, Miguel told us not to open..."
    "I don't care what that bastard says, open that carpet."
    Cruz pulled out a straight edged razor. His hand shook as he squatted to cut the tape and cords binding the carpet. He was about to start when Hector Durand walked into the room.
    "What are you doing my brother? Are you taking a sudden interest in Miguel's personal activities?" said Hector, his face amused as he looked at his brother.
    "That psychotic bastard is getting worse. He's out of control. Sooner or later he will draw attention to us, to the point where the authorities will have no choice. Even we won't be able to buy them off."
    Hector laughed. "I doubt that my brother. But you are right. I will talk to Miguel."
    He turned to Sanchez and Cruz. "Do whatever Miguel told you to do with that. I don't think we want to see his handiwork."
    The two men took the rolled up carpet and placed it in the back of a new white four-wheel drive, twin seat Dodge Durango. They got in the truck and drove out, past the first guard gate to the second one. One of the guards waived as they opened the ferro-cement gate and the truck went out toward the dump.
    They turned off onto the North Road and drove the two kilometers to the dump. They parked at the deserted entrance under the trees by the large rocks where Miguel had told them to leave the body. The night was cloudy and the only illumination came from the headlights of the Durango. The halogen beams cast narrow swaths of brilliant light surrounded by ebony shadows as the two men pulled out the corpse wrapped in its carpet shroud and carried it just to the side of the headlamp beams.
    They never saw the vaporous shadows that approached them. They died quickly under Daniels' garrote and Carlos' knife.
    Daniels and Carlos put on the dead men's clothes. With Carlos' mustache and their hats pulled low they should be able to pass through