RUN RANDALL RUN: The Full Decker

By DAVID ALLEN

Synopsis

As the 2016 Presidential campaign winner Ted Morgan, who with his war on drugs and immigration, manages to get himself assassinated when a heroin producer decides to get even. Robert Randall as newly elected speaker of the house is plunged into succeeding unpopular President Morgan. Not only does Randall have to run for re-election on his own in 2019, he has to run the country and the drug war started by his predecessor. The pace for Randal is run, run, run. Randall takes the lead and authorizes anti-terrorist scenarios in the Middle East.

Blowing up lots of things is why David Decker and his teammates joined the Navy SEALS. Decker gets the job done while working with an attractive CIA agent.  Their love-hate relationship endures through highly explosive escapades including attacks on heroin producing facilities and clandestine nuclear facilities in the Middles East. The Military/CIA clandestine operations create a series of political repercussions everywhere they go.

Martin Phelan is a lobbyist for clients who have conflicting interests. Phelan is also the campaign manager for the political machine that got Robert Randall elected to congress and eventually  as Presidential. In spite of his early shady reputation as "entertainment director" for visiting firemen, Phelan keeps himself and his clients out of trouble by keeping one calculated step ahead of everybody.

The not-so-soft and cuddly lady from the CIA, Linda Marlon,  gets kidnapped in one of the revenge schemes and sold to the highest bidder in a clandestine slave market.  Her rescue leads to another drug factory raid deep in Afghanistan with more explosive results.

Other colorful characters and situations throughout the Middle East are introduced right up to the introduction of the next book in the series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DAVID ALLEN
• Release date: Dec 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519952325

Book preview

PREFACE

By 2019 the drug war, started by his unpopular predecessor, falls into the hands of Robert Randall who inherits the role of President and Commander-in-Chief. Randall balances following the law or doing what he feels is right. Randall uses a Navy SEALS team led by a resourceful Navy Commander and his tough, no-nonsense Master Chief for direct action.

On the ground, doing what’s necessary, is David Decker who teams up with the hard- shelled Linda Marlon from the CIA. The pair manage to fight and fidget their way through the heroin producers ‘plantations’ leaving a trail of destruction at the expense of the vicious drug lords. The revenge kidnapping and sale of Linda in a slave market leads to another round of action in the rescue attempt.

The effects and after-effects of actions by the team are felt throughout Washington DC politicians and embassies. Martin Phelan, a wheeler-dealer lobbyist, keeps Randall in office while dealing with foreign powers whose contrary objectives lead to more direct action by the President and his SEALS team.

The book continues with continuously adding new characters and places for the action of the SEAL team. The action continues right up to the next volume in this series of books.

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Characters, situations, and text are a copyrighted work by David D. Allen.

Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

TABLE of CONTENTS

PREFACE

DAVID DECKER

DAVID SMITH – SEAL

ABDUL AZIZ

LINDA MARLON

THE FARM

MARTIN PHELAN

ROBERT RANDALL

BETTY LeBARON

TED MORGAN - President

TED'S WAR

THE PLAN

CHRISTIE’S OP

DAVID DECKER – 1st OP

TAKE OFF

THE PLAYERS

THE FLIGHT

PLANNING

FLIGHT TRAINING

OP EVE

READY, SET

AFGHANISTAN CALLING

MARTIN PHELAN, LOBBYIST

LOBBYING

ROBERT RANDALL – Speaker of the House

INTERRUPTION

1st LADY

CIA VISIT

HOME RUN

DRAGGING ON

REPORT

COMPANY

THE PARADOX

BEN YOUSEFF

KIDNAPPED

THE FAVOR

PICK UP

CALL TO ARMS

PHILLIPS

DECKER – 2nd OP

TIME TO GO

THE P-3 ORION

THE RIDE

THE SALE

THE NEW PLANTATION

RESCUE

REFUND

THE BASE

MOVING OUT

EXECUTION PART I

EXECUTION - PART II

THE LANDING

BACK TO DC

RONALD NESBITT

HABLA ESPANOL?

MEXICO

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

THE EVERGLADES

BACK TO EVANS

VISIT 2

STATUS

RON NESBITT AGAIN

THE IRANIANS

EVANS - IRANIAN RECON

GOOD NEWS - BAD NEWS

AIRPLANE DEAL

STATE DEPARTMENT

WHITE HOUSE VISIT

REPORT TO EVANS

RON TO ALI

URANIUM RAID

THE PLUTONIUM LESSON

FLYNN AVIATION

GROUP TRIP

SOLUTION

FREDS’ OFFICE

OFF TO IRAN

SUN DOWN

EVANS AGAIN

ON THE CARPET

BACK TO THE WAREHOUSE

REPORT

THAT DAMN DAM – AGAIN

NATURE CALLS

BACK TO THE PRES

BOMB FACTORY

PACS ET AL

THE PENTAGON

BRIEFING THE PRESIDENT

THE CALL

PREPARATION

DO WHAT?

ASSIGNMENTS

SPIDER TO THE FLY....

GATHERING

MOUNT UP

THE ATTACK

EXIT

AMBUSH

KANDAHAR

FACING THE MUSIC

MORE PLANS

EVANS TO JANES

VOLUNTEERS

STAND BY

ARRIVAL

TO THE SHIP

ON BOARD

THE TREK

POST REVIEW

BETWEEN

DJIBOUTI

NEWS TO RANDALL

NEWS CONFERENCE

MISSION 3

LANDING

BLAST

WHERE’S LINDA?

RETRIEVAL

2019 CAMPAIGN

HOT POTATO

REVELATION

CONFESSION

DEBATE

ELECTION 2019

EPILOGUE

NEXT TIME

DAVID DECKER

Living in the pristine wilds of the Northwest, Washington State to be exact tended to be a little boring to young adults, the beauty being lost on them. True, there was not a whole lot of excitement except in what can be called major cities; small towns being the norm. Like most teenage boys emerging as an adult you could chase girls. Chasing the limited selection of girls was not that appealing. Some of them looked like they had been dragged behind their Father’s pickup truck. This was especially true where girls had to pitch in with chores on the small farms their parents owned. Life wasn’t necessarily easy even if the scenery was easy and beautiful to look at.

The Decker family was typical. His Father worked at the local planing mill where rough sawn boards are turned into at least semi-smooth construction lumber. Sorting, planing, packaging into 14 or 16 foot bundles, and loading onto waiting railroad flat cars was the complete process. The senior Decker was counting the days to retirement and subsequent return to his first love full time or at least when in season - Salmon fishing.

Decker's Mother, a rather quiet soul, was content to work at the local daycare for children whose parents worked at the mill or one of the local shops in the town that was so small that suburbs would be out of the question for decades, if ever.

The exception to David’s girl problem was Alice. Being raised by a religious household, Alice didn’t fool around like a lot of the girls her age. About all her and David’s relationship amounted to was an exploration of female anatomy without getting the full experience. The more zealous the religious sect the more they believe that sex should be initiated only on the wedding night. Besides, there are lots of books with pictures to help the young couple out on their wedding night. Some things just have to be postponed.

Getting out of a small town without an education was certainly a challenge but finding the right solution was ambiguous without a mentor. The simplest solution to present itself was a letter from a Navy recruiter. The Navy, with its presence in Washington State, offered the most interesting opportunities and besides, some of his friends were taking the same path out of town. He now had a mentor.

DAVID DECKER - SEAL

Having excelled in basic training, Decker took interest in the Navy SEALS. Blowing up things seemed appealing to remove some of the frustration of his former small town life. Navy SEAL training is just as tough as advertised and Decker found out. About half of the class washed out and returned to more mundane activities of a modern Navy. A few were discharge as disabled from the training ordeal ......... something not mentioned by recruiting officers. The non-commissioned officers running the program don't really care one way or the other. It's their job to direct a Darwinian process that will ensure the SEAL’s reputation as an elite organization that can be depended upon for hazardous duty and achieve expected results.

STEVE MORRISON - SEAL

Steve Morrison signed on to the SEALS at the same time as David Decker. Morrison kept to himself for the most part. However, his personality showed a little more ‘shine’ when the training with explosives started... His pleasure in blowing things up was obvious.

Since SEAL training included working with explosives or other things that went BANG, Morrison knew he had found a home. One training exercise marked him as ‘an explosives man’ forever. The training exercise began with the usual instruction for the specific objective – basically what to do and what not to do ....... If you wanted to stay alive!

For the training exercise at hand, each man drew explosives and percussion caps to set the stuff off. They were using Semtex which contains two nasty explosive components – one acts like Nitroglycerine and the other acts like TNT. Nitro gives you the sharp bang but the TNT component gives you the volume. Both chemicals are very concentrated in a clay-like plastic that keeps you from setting the stuff off accidentally.  After they drew their explosive allotment they back packed to the training area at a full run of course.

The training site happened to be near an old oil field which seemed to be a poor location to work with explosives Morrison observed, but orders are orders as they say in the military.

After a few explosions the Chief in charge got a radio message to suspend and return to base. Again orders are orders but what to do with all of the explosive Semtex in their possession. Regulations state that they must bury unused ordnance in a hole several feet deep. Not wanting to sweat over some unenjoyable exercise like mundane digging, a few of the crew led by Morrison decided to set off their remaining Semtex all at once .... Unknown to the crew chief. After preparing the Semtex everyone got as far away as they could and Morrison yelled: FIRE IN THE HOLE. The explosion that followed could be classed as far greater than enormous. It left a hole big enough to bury a truck in. As the crew prepared to leave, a helicopter approached and landed.

A very angry officer emerged from the helicopter and went straight for the crew chief. After a few choice words the crew chief pointed at Morrison. The officer was almost red in the face by this time and barked: Don’t you know that you are limited to lots of one half pound?

Morrison gave a pretend remorse: Sorry, sir. I thought it meant lottsa half pounds.

The officer tried to hide a grin at the silly response Morrison made: Well, you were successful at tripping every seismograph attached to every well head in that oil field. They thought it was an earthquake and the Geodesic Survey Office in Washington went nuts from all the phone calls!

The officer winked and added: OK I’ve investigated. Nice going. It got everybody off their ass, but be more careful.

So ended the day’s instruction with the wump, wump, wump of the departing helicopter.

Morrison thought to himself: ‘At last, recognition!’

DAVID SMITH – SEAL

Having grown up in Kentucky, David Smith learned to shoot at an early age. Thirteen was old enough to give a boy his first .22 and his Father did exactly that. If you couldn’t shoot a squirrel in the eye, you were considered a poor shot in David’s neighborhood because there was no market for a damaged pelt.

As a high school graduate at eighteen, David realized with some regret that he would have to leave home to find gainful and satisfying employment. A life of spot labor jobs and running errands was not appealing. The Navy offered the escape from a place where there are just not enough good jobs to go around.

Basic training went well and David Smith headed for more ‘kills’ – rifle range jargon for success. His talents came to light when he was on the rifle range shooting for a marksmanship medal . The officer in charge was looking at the target through binoculars and without saying anything he picked up the phone wired to the target pit and asked: Is this guy a bad shot or what?

No sir! The crazy son-of-a-bitch is shooting straight through the same hole he first made in the target. I’ve never seen anything like it!

The officer turned to Smith and said: Son we’ve got a job for you!

ABDUL AZIZ

Middle East logic is different than in the West. Basically, in the Middle East it's common to sign a contract and then negotiate some more .....and some more ....and some more. The contract becomes a living, ever changing document as long as the business relationship endures .....usually until the seller gets tired of it. This is an artifact of very old cultures common to Middle East countries.

In Afghanistan there are two ways to make a living without being one of the few shopkeepers that the local community could support. You can raise goats or raise Poppies for the heroin trade. Aziz thought the smell of goats would never wash off and a series of events handed him new responsibilities. His Father became ill and died very quickly from unknown causes which were not that uncommon in the desolate area where the family lived. In accordance with Muslin tradition his Father was buried the next day with miniscule but respectful attendance by the few local families.

The turning point for Aziz came when a neighbor came by to see how the family was doing. A brief explanation of the economics the neighbor was enjoying through cultivation of Poppies was enticing because it meant money and what it could buy without smelling like a goat.

Money, being the great lubricant of upward social mobility, allowed conniving and scheming all the way to an appointment to the Afghanistan Consulate in the United States where diplomatic immunity came in handy to monitor the drug trade which had now become the family business. You could actually refer to him as the slimy consulate attaché from Afghanistan who is secretly involved in producing heroin, may be correct, but not politically correct. Every country protects its own and Aziz enjoyed that protection.

LINDA MARLON

Being raised as a tomboy with three brothers can have a few pleasantries about it. What other environment would teach you to ride, shoot and swear in about that order. Living on a ranch in Wyoming wasn't a bad life either if you didn't mind getting up at sunup and tending to the needs of animals before catching the supposedly eight o'clock school bus which would run late in snow or not at all. Probably the nicest company were the dogs kept on the property to discourage coyotes. Calling her brothers a pain in the ass was probably the nicest thing you could say about adolescent brothers who lived to devise some ornery embarrassing situation for a maturing sister.

After two years of junior college, a scholarship offered the opportunity to continue at a college that offered at least a B.S. degree in a number of fields beside Home Economics. College wasn't easy after getting only the minimum opportunity at a high school whose graduating class numbered all of twelve. However, majoring in civics with an eye to the public employment arena interested her. It offered first a chance to get off the ranch, and second to go into politics if she wanted to. The school offered a reasonable physical education program and she took advantage of the martial arts options which she thought was a lot of fun. The thought of being able to defend herself in a big city was appealing. Even more fun was using her Judo skills to overpower men twice her size and bounce them on their ass! It sure as hell beat sitting home alone watching television!

Getting a job in the State Department in Washington DC wasn't hard. She was one of the few people applying with no criminal record, no outstanding warrants, and could pass a drug test. The work wasn't that hard and mostly absolutely boring. Even the occasional office flirtations were boring because it was almost always married men wanting to misbehave while their wives worked at raising their kids in the suburbs. She wouldn't give them the time of day except to tell them to be Good Boys and go home to their wives, which didn’t earn her any favors.

It's not that sex was an unknown quantity in her life. The boy she dated in high school managed to get it on with her in the girl's bathroom at school. As most boys are at that age, it was over before she knew it and she wondered what all the hype about sex was about. In college her relationships lasted longer and the guys did too. Sex, she learned, could be satisfying but she didn't think any of the guys she dated were something she'd want to wake up with for a lot of years.

That all changed when she met Bill Harrison. Bill worked as an engineer for a contracting company. Work took Bill to various parts of the country. Usually it was the same areas where the company had a contract with a city or another company. Bill added a certain class to everything he did including lovemaking. Before long she consented to be Mrs. Bill Harrison. Neither had spoken of children and were content to enjoy each other.

Marital bliss continued until a phone call woke her up in the middle of the night. Bill was out of town. A woman's voice asked if Bill was there.

Who, may I ask, is calling?

Oh shit. Are you his new wife?

Linda gritted her teeth and said Yes.

I think you and I should get together.

Linda, asking again: Just who are you?

I'm Bill's ex-wife, Marilyn.

Linda broke the silence: When were you married to Bill?

Last year, came the reply.

Linda, shocked at the obvious overlap of marriages, asked: When do you want to get together?

How about tonight after I get off work at my house?

OK, give me the address.

The address was a couple of cities away but this is one meeting she must make because if Marilyn is telling the truth, Bill is a bigamist! .... They had been married over two years.

The meeting between the two wives was cordial because they both knew they had been deceived but not by each other. They arranged to exchange copies of marriage licenses and other pertinent documents. One thing was for sure. The attorneys were going to have fun at Bill's expense. The divorce was granted quickly and Linda