The Pleasure of Fear

By Adrian Crutch

A tale of a Vietnam vet amputee who engineer's kidnappings and assassinations with brutal outcomes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483507255

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ISBN: 9781483507255

The Pleasure of Fear

The men moved silently through the woods to their checkpoints. At exactly 2:00a.m.;they simultaneously pulled the canisters out of their packs and removed the release pins and placed them twenty feet apart,then stepped back to wait.

They would wait thirty minutes for the gas to move off over the terrain.As the jumpoff time appoached Joe pulled out his flashlight with its blue tinted lens and readied it to flash the forward signal.At 2:30a.m.;Joe flashed his light to the left and right to signal the go alert. The men to his sides flashed their go signals,then all moved forward slowly through the trees.As the men moved forward they could see shapes on the ground of the armed secret servicemen that had succombed to the gas. The backups would drag them forward to the zero point where they'd be collected. Soon small faint blue lights were showing up on the landscape as the forward crew marked the locations of the fallen guards.

The dark shape of a large ranch house materialized ahead of Joe. He pulled a canister out and primed it as he neared an open window and quietly armed it and set it down in the room. He turned and could see dark forms moving toward him in the starlight. Everything went according to plan,so far. After ten minutes the inside crew moved into the house like a team of furniture movers. They carried the unconscious occupants outside where different teams would do their selected duties.

The target occupants were placed on the driveway. There were seven,two adults and five variously aged children. Three darkly painted cargo vans drove up the driveway to the pick-up zone. Six men, similarly dressed as the rest of the crews exited the vehicles and moved over the targets. One man scanned the bodies to locate any foreign signal devices. All had transmitters in the lower thumb area of the left hand. Then another man equipped with a battery powered saw surgically cut off the hand of each subject at the wrist,while others quickly dipped the arm stumps in a portable vat of liquid nitrogen to freeze the wounds. Another administered shots of sleep inducing drugs.All the subjects were then loaded onto the vans and whisked away into the darkness.

Joe watched as a car drove up,he handed the plastic bag of hands to the passenger of Team #3. The man took the package and drove off into the night. He and his driver would throw the package onto a freight train car heading westward. It had to be done before any alarm was raised.

Joe quickly went over to the group dispatching the guards. All of Team#1 was busy injecting the ten agents with cyanide shots. They would be all that a rescue party would find. Ten corpses.With that completed the team filtered back through the woods to their departure points. All was done as planned without a hitch.The fans started flaming as the morning shift arrived at the local sheriff's office to find the night staff woosey from the canister placed by a air circulating duct. It was all about to explode all over the world.

The staffer at the National Security Agency notified his superior that the hitrack for the president's family was moving away from the designated area before the scheduled agenda.There was no contingency measures for this type of emergency, except to get the vice-president under enhanced security.

As the alarms went off everywhere the wheels started turning at all the agencies.Sheriff Don Williams was trying to put his brain around what had happened as the phone rang. It was six-thirty in the morning and he was freaking out over the chaos caused by this incident. He had paramedics from the fire department over checking out his deputies that were on duty during the night shift.He held the phone up and said,Hello! Sheriff Williams here! At the other end of the line was NSA Operations Officer Bill Kelley. Hello! Sheriff Williams! This is Bill Kelley over at NSA HQ.;you know the protocol,it seems we have a situation? Do you have anything to add at the moment? Willians knew the protocol and answered, Yes,Sir! We've encountered a downing of our capabilities,but it's not life threatening.It seems our office was gassed. My men are being treated now by paramedics. Kelley responded,That's good to hear,can you get a team out to Alpha? We need info fast so we can put Lonewolf into effect.Williams quickly said,I would scramble that right now!Sir! Without hestitation! He paused for Kelley. Okay! Williams get back soon! Out! Out! Williams said as he hung up the phone.Williams looked out of his glassed in office with a mind numbing feeling of dread. Then he grabbed his keys and headed into main office to round up his men.

In three vehicles they headed out to the ranch that the president was using for his getaway retreat. He had a ambulance with three paramedics,and a cruiser with two deputies and his H3 Hummer. He let his second in command and best friend,Pete Schmitt drive the hummer. Schmitt spoke first,as he drove staring ahead;What do you think we'll find? Williams really wanted to be in some other galaxy. He always had a bad feeling about the damn Alpha Project. Which was just the fact that a bigwig was close to his jurisdiction. Who knows? He moaned.

The ranch was a ten minute drive out of town. The area was a hunting and fishing hotspot for dignitaries and whenever they visited,Williams's stomach was a aching hotspot also. They reached the dirt road and found a empty government car abandoned at the side. No one around. They sat and looked around for a moment then Williams nodded to drive on.As they came through the trees into the clearing,Schmitt braked suddenly and gasped;Look over there! There's bodies lined up! Shit! Williams moaned then said; Circle over to the left and park so we don't disturb the scene! As the group neared,a paramedic cried,I think their all dead! Shut up and check for vitals and don't contaminate the site! Please! Williams said,as he gazed over from a distance. Come on! Pete! Let's check the house! As he donned gloves and unholstered his gun. Schmitt did the same.

The house was like a morgue,dead quiet, Williams thought as he nodded for Schmitt to head off towards the greatroom and den area. Through the kitchen Williams slunk slowly listening for the slightest sound. His stomach churned as he made his way to the maids area. At the first small bedroom he saw a woman in a bed with duct tape over her mouth,and her wrists and ankles. She looked at him wide eyed.He nodded cocking his head,and she shook hers slowly side to side.He nodded again and went on to the next room. Another maid or cook was tied up the same way. Finally he yelled,Pete! You got anything? Pete answered with a loud no. I got two live ones back here get the paramedics!

Outside by the dead agents,Williams told a deputy to find a tarp or something to cover the bodies. He went off to the garage of the ranch house to look. Williams was seriously wishing he were dead too. At least the hired help were alive,but probably not to be of any help to the investigation. His daymare was broken by the deputy standing next to him with a poly tarp.Okay! Let's spread it out! he said,as he grabbed part of it and slowly backed up unfurrowing it in the gentle morning breeze.

The family's vanished! Schmitt said,like a man who had just been unblindfolded. Williams just stared ahead and said,Way the fuck out of our league! Pete! Then he said,Go call the office and have them patch us together with Kelley at NSA. Sounds like I'm ordering a pizza or something he thought.Pete yelled over for Williams,holding up the mic in the hummer.They got Kelley on the line! he said,as Williams walked up and took the mic. Kelley! This is Williams! Over! He paused then the speaker crackled,This is Kelley,what do you got there? Sheriff! "Well! It