Peking Assassin

By Robert C. Waggoner

Someone wants the Chinese President dead. An assassin descended from Peking Man is contracted to do the killing. The Chinese President hears about it and it's revealed the assassination will take place on American soil. Brad Pratt and his Batt Team are called in to prevent this global resulting catastrophe. If you like fiction based upon fact, kidnapping, murder, with a thrilling ending, be my guest.
Brad Pratt is given the responsibility to protect the Chinese President from assassination while in America. The USA President plays a unique role in this political thriller. Peking Man and our character The Master are one in the same. The Master possesses amazing mental and physical abilities. Follow the Batt Team and The Master to an exciting conclusion. Unknown to all a Black Grand Master is hired to kill the Chinese President.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert C. Waggoner
• Release date: Oct 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301506408

Robert C. Waggoner

I now reside in the USA in Eastern Oregon. Due to health reasons, I don't write much anymore. I'll continue with a few short stories and all will be free to my readers. I'm privileged to have had thousands of readers download my stories. I thank you all. Happy reading and sure hope you have and will enjoy my writing. Robert [Bob] Waggoner

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Peking Assassin

By Robert C. Waggoner

Copyright 2012 Robert C. Waggoner

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Introduction

Peking Assassin

For some readers an historical novel or a novel that is fiction based upon fact is very desirable. I prefer the general idea rather than the specific. In other words, some authors put so much detail, such as, street names, landmarks, and other descriptions that are all well and good, but a feeling of a place and time is more comfortable to others.

In my novel, Peking Assassin we have at the forefront a clan of people that traces their lineage back 1.7 million years before present. That evidence comes from Younmou Man in Yunnan Province China.

Peking Man dates back 700,000 years from evidence near present day Beijing. Both discoveries show that each had rudimentary tools and the ability to make fire.

I took the liberty of moving Peking Man to Chengdu, Sichuan Province for the site of present day Peking Man. Surely it's possible that a branch of Peking Man could have made their way north and another off-shoot to the east very likely.

Be that as it may, I used imagination to develop a Chinese Master with exceptional powers. In my mind, this story is in no way shape or form, science fiction. The mind, enclosed in our skulls, has unlimited potential both mentally and physically. Physical feats of unusual strength have been recorded under adverse conditions.

Mentally we only need to channel our thoughts. Meditation was practiced in China since recorded or unrecorded time. Some might argue that a mixture of certain herbs influenced a state of perceived enlightenment.

Nevertheless, I don't think I've over reached the bounds of mental reality by demonstrating the prowess of my Chinese Masters.

I hope you enjoy this little novella.

Robert C. Waggoner

The Peking Assassin

A Brad Pratt Novella

#5

Chapter One

Brad Pratt said, Would you repeat that Mr. President? Not that he was hard of hearing, but having a hard time digesting the shocking news.

Let me back up and start again. I received a phone call from President Wen Jiming of China. His English name is Ben. He is coming to the US next month July. He told me that he'd received some disturbing intelligence that an assassination attempt will happen when he visits. He is requesting your services along with the Chinese Master.

Yes sir. I just wanted to make sure I understood what you wanted.

Brad, we have a major culture and language barrier with the Chinese. If you accept the mission he wants to send his daughter who speaks very good English to meet you in San Francisco next week. I'll also send his schedule to Nancy and Steve.

Count us in Mr. President. We can't have an assassination of a high ranking foreign person on our soil. Brad ended the conversation with a big sigh. Well, he thought, here we go again. He called to Billy who was playing with his computers with rock and roll music blaring. Finally Brad stood up and through the window of the door, caught his eye. Billy Ricker shut down the music and hurried to the door.

Billy was the Batt team's resident computer expert. Brad's father discovered him resting his backside in a federal cell in California. Brad rescued him and swore him to stop hacking where he shouldn't be sticking his pointed nose.

Brad, when reminded, had a good laugh as the first thing Billy Ricker said to him was, Mister, I'll agree to anything and sign it in blood if you'll get me out of here before I die from the lack of nicotine. As it turned out, Billy was god's gift to the tobacco company. With his expensive habit he could feed half of Africa, Mike Henderson joked.

Two things Billy lacked and that was a cowboy hat and boots. Other than that, he was a diehard Marlboro man. No matter what he had a heart of gold with a sense of humor to match; not to mention his ability with computers were second to none.

Brad said, Billy, let's take a walk.

Let me grab my smokes boss. I can't function without some tar and nicotine.

Up the stairs they went into and through the living room. The front door was open but the screen door was locked. Brad's son was crawling faster than one would imagine. Once outside they went around the north side of the Round House where Mr. Park, a North Korean defector worked his garden. The Batt team used him when they had a mission in North Korea where they kidnapped the 'Dear One' and his son. Brad injured himself and was left behind during a cold winter to find his own way out of a communist country. Park was a thinker and with his help, both escaped from North Korea on a fishing boat.

Now Brad and Billy stood talking. Billy had almost finished his first cigarette and was lighting another off the first one. Brad said, Billy the Chinese President is Wen Jiming. He's coming on a visit next month. He has a daughter and I don't know her name but find out all you can about her. We're to meet her next week in San Francisco. Also find out if anyone out there in cyber land has been overly vocal about not liking the Chinese President or any related things. Someone is reportedly going to try an assassination attempt in the USA.

Well, I've something to sink my teeth into rather than a fiber filter. I'll let you know when I have something to report. He walked slowly back to the house. Brad thought he was looking thinner than his usual skinny frame. Brad would never give advice out to any of his team members, but he sure wished Billy would find a girlfriend and quit smoking.

The Round House was more of a fortress than a regular residence. It was made of all steel construction and bullet proof glass. Even the roof was made of 2" thick; harden steel, covered by Red Cedar shakes. The steel walls were also covered with Red Cedar, but shingles instead of shakes. Shakes were hand split and shingles were machine made. A light blue color blended well with the next to the Pacific Ocean location. The house sat on a bluff overlooking the ocean. Giant sea stacks ran up and down the coast. Most had their own personal name given by old time residents.

Brad was given permission to build his house on a quarter acre by the federal government. His best friend and former SEAL team member gave him the heads up on living on the west coast. Mike Henderson and family lived just down highway 101 near Port Orford.

Brad did his best thinking running on the beach. He was a fitness nut, according to Mike; Brad claimed that fresh oxygen to the brain brought forth solutions to any problems.

Now he went back down the stairs to his bedroom to change into running gear. His South Korean wife, Sujin, was napping with their son Brian. Silently he changed clothes and left.

Brad had two German shepherd dogs for security. One was always in the house and the other just outside to keep an eye for any strangers wandering too close to home. Even though they had just put down a terrorist attack, Brad never lowered his ever tight security. He still had a 25 million dollar price tag on his head put up by the Taliban.

Brad did his stretching and then he and Rocky, his faithful four leg companion, jogged down the side hill to the beach. A creek ran along the bottom of the small valley empting into the ocean not far away. On the opposite side of the valley tall sand dunes with beach grass ran south as far as the eye could see. There weren't any residents to the south and only a few scattered houses to the north. Weather beaten shore pine trees keep the curious from seeing this section of the ocean area. To get to the Round House, one had to drive about two hundred yards through those very same pine trees to arrive at a cable crossing the road.

Brad turned right at a landmark known as Devils Kitchen; a natural enclave for wind protection; a great place for a picnic or a night BBQ. From Devils Kitchen to the Jetty where the Coquille River empties into the ocean is about 4 miles. His round trip took about 50 minutes.

As he ran he thought about who might want to assassinate the Chinese President. Nowadays the protection for such a high level official was very good. Even the Pope traveled in a bullet proof glass car. Brad realized one thing that whoever was planning this action had deep pockets. Better yet, how did the word get out? Something this big would remain a secret not published before hand. The real question was who would perform the deed? The only person he knew who might have the answer was the Chinese Master from Chengdu, Sichuan province.

Brad made the turn at the jetty and with an off shore wind, a very warm day was felt. The sweat ran freely and Rocky had his tongue hanging out dripping. Brad ran on the hard sand seeing the tide was out. He passed by many sea stacks and when he arrived at his favorite sea stack, Fish Rock, which he could plainly see from his cliff by the house, he decided to climb the back side.

Fish Rock sat at about a 45 degree angle to the sea. It took a fairly low tide to walk the ledge to the point of the rock where most fishermen did their best to catch perch. Also along