Tears from Kabul Book 2: Tears from Kabul, #2

By Michael P Buckley

Jones continues the Search for Dawar, kidnapped by Nahser. Samantha replaces Colonel Wilson. She is ex CIA and still has connections with Secret Service members. She is tough but no match for Nahser the leader of the Taliban in Kabul. Relationships are starting to form with Clancy and Niki.

Book 3 is now Available. Story is complete.

Word count: 16,306.  ADULT CONTENT.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael P Buckley
• Release date: Oct 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497755406

Michael P Buckley

Michael Buckley is 61 years old, currently living in the Philippines. He served 3 1/2 years in the US Army in the Infantry. He worked in Iraq for seven years, and Afghanistan for one year. He enjoys writing stories from his vivid imagination.  Michael's Blog can be found here: http://mikga45.blogspot.com/ https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michael-buckley/131615023677907 https://twitter.com/mikga45

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Table of contents

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Brief history

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Tears from Kabul: Book 2

Chapter 5

02:00 Tuesday; Jones found the black Suburban lying on its side in flames, puddles of blood dripped out from the interior coloring the street red. Jordan had his men check for wounded, no bodies found inside or outside of the vehicle. Jones started a search to try to find Clancy and his men, it appeared their truck had been hit with an RPG-7based on the way it was torn apart. Jordan could see where shrapnel blasted the interior of the Suburban but why no bodies? Where were they? Jones said a dozen cuss words in his head and cursed Clancy for risking the lives of his men and himself."

The temperatures were dropping and Jones knew that 45 degrees Fahrenheit would be a good guess. He saw the surrounding buildings,  many were less than ten-years-old. They were falling apart with mortar flaking off the walls  leaving blocks exposed. The lights were burnt out or not turned on at many of the houses.

The street lights were on but if the enemy had a shooter on a rooftop, all he had to do was knock out a light and no one would be able to see him. Jones had infrared night vision devices, which would pick up the heat signatures of anyone hidden on a rooftop. Of course, he had to wear the goggles and look through the scopes for them to work at long distances.

The buildings ranged from one to three stories and the Taliban could use them for a lookout or for a nice place to set up a sniper or a RPG-7 and aim it right at Jones task force. Nahser could use anyone of the houses. Nahser had the city at his disposal and Jones had a severe handicap against the rebel because Nahser knew Kabul like the back of his hand.

He used fear and intimidation tactics to get what he wanted from the people. If they chose not to comply, they knew Nahser would kill or torture them.

Clancy was the only damn friend Jones had on the planet and it looked like he just went and killed his damn self. He wondered how in the world Clancy thought he could get the boy back all by himself.

Jones and Jordan drove around for another three hours all over the city but they could not find Clancy or his men They were dead or the Taliban had captured them, Jones was getting weary of wondering which.

Stop the damn truck and get the hell out now! Jordan screamed  at Jones. They have a rocket heading our way in a few seconds from a rooftop.

A member of the Taliban had their Suburban in his sights. Jones and the men just made it out  before the Suburban exploded and turned into a huge fireball.

Jordan got on the radio and called for a rescue by his SF team, they told him no location was needed because they saw the fireball and would be there in less than two minutes. They had their sniper all ready setting up to get rid of the RPG-7 nest on the roof.

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Nahser had brought in many more reinforcements and they were trying to take over the city. They no longer were content with stopping the women’s education; they wanted control of all of Kabul.

General Carmichael called up Jones with a report from the Air Force. The MC-12W spy plane had picked up movement. They got him! Nahser screwed up and the AF picked up his movement on camera.

The GPS coordinate would follow their conversation. The General wanted Jones and Jordan to pick up more men from Jordan’s people and go get Nahser. He would send in an immediate reaction force with working dogs to help locate Clancy and his men.

First SGT Jordan a few minutes later had ten additional men and  two mraps with 50 cal machineguns. The element of surprise was gone. Nahser knew he had screwed up because  when the spy planes caught him and seven others’  heat signatures as they were running before they left in two vehicles.

Jones asked Jordan if he was ready to move out and get Nahser.

Jordan  laughed at Jones. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass when you load up into the mrap, Jones let’s go get the son of a bitch before he disappears again, Jordan said.

The driver punched in the coordinates on the GPS in the mrap and they were on their way. Three minutes later a rocket exploded on the protective wire sending fragments to the machine-gunner.