Code Name Pigeon: Book 2: Executive Security

By Girad Clacy

Michael Pigeon, having just completed an elite school for executive security in Aspen, Colorado, is brought in for his first mission briefing. After the briefing is concluded, he and three other specially chosen SPOT agents set out for the beautiful country of Venezuela.

Michael discovers that, although the country is rich and beautiful, someone has placed a bounty on his head. Michael realizes that he and the other SPOT agent's lives have been sold for blood money. After crashing out at sea in the diplomat's private plane, Michael wonders if anyone survived the mle at the airstrip.

Bill Yancy impresses upon the diplomat that the contract negotiations must continue for the emerald, ruby and sapphire gemstones that are to be used in the U.S. laser industry. However, the diplomat and his wife are concerned about their kids. Michael understands his executive security job is two fold: First, keep himself alive. Second keep the kids alive until they can be reunited with their parents.

Once this mission is completed, Michael wants to find out whom it was that sold them all out. Find out if Michael can put a large piece of the puzzle together in this second book of the Code Name Pigeon series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 13, 2007
• ISBN: 9780595889310

Girad Clacy

This is Girad Clacy’s vision of the future for members of the GLBT community and for those that are suffering at the hands of medical science. This is also Mr. Clacy’s last book of the STARCORE archive files and his last book under this pen name.

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Contents

C H A P T E R 1

C H A P T E R 2

C H A P T E R 3

C H A P T E R 4

C HAPTER 5

C HAPTER 6

C HAPTER 7

C H A P T E R 8

C H A P T E R 9

C H A P T E R 10

For all of those who ever done executive security and for those who are protected

by them, this book is for you.

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SPOT Agent Michael Pigeon

C H A P T E R 1

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For Michael Pigeon, Aspen Colorado was a ski resort area to him. This time in May, there was no snow on the ski slopes. He drove his car up to the top of a road with only a forest service road marker on it. Once he arrived at the end of the road, he saw the sign he had been told to look for. Welcome to the Executive Security Institute. Michael pulled into the driveway and parked his car at the first house. The house light was on as he stepped out of his car and locked it up. Michael walked up the steps to the door and knocked on it. A man answered the door, looked at Michael and smiled.

You must be Mr. Pigeon? asked Bruce Farnham.

Yes, sir and you must be Mr. Farnham? asked Michael.

Yes I am. Did you get the required books and did you bring your weapons and ammunition?

Yes, sir.

Good. If you will follow me, I’ll take you to the armory where you can secure your weapons and ammunition.

Thank you.

Bruce directed Michael to the armory as Michael stepped back into his car and drove to the building. After they had unloaded Michael’s weapons and ammunition, Bruce looked at his watch.

Mr. Pigeon, we will be starting class at 0900 hours. If you will follow me, I will show you where you’re going to be sleeping and eating while you are here at ESI.

Thank you, sir.

Bruce showed Michael the bunkhouse and where he would be eating his meals and where the classrooms were. Once Michael was inside of the bunkhouse, he took off his clothes and climbed into the top bunk. He set his watch alarm for 0830 hours so he could eat before going to class. Michael was totally unaware of just how important this training was going to be to him. He had just put his head back on the pillow when the alarm was going off.

Michael went down to the place he had been shown last night for breakfast. He was able to make his own breakfast from all of the available choices. When he went to sit down at the table, he looked under the table and chair before sitting down. He remembered something from those books about terrorists leaving booby traps for both the executive security agents and the protectee as they were called. He was looking under the table when he found a small object.

The object was a hand grenade, of what Michael had read in the books he had purchased, that was commonly known as a baseball type. Upon a more thorough inspection, Michael found that the pin was tied to a wire. The wire was attached to the chair legs and was meant to activate by pulling the chair out.

Jesus Christ! said Michael loudly.

Something wrong, Mr. Pigeon? asked Bruce.

Yes, this is one of those booby traps straight out of book 3 for this course.

Yes, and since you found it, I think you’re going to survive this course. Most people miss something like this.

Is that thing real?

No, it’s inert. I use it for training purposes. I’ll see you and your classmates at 0900 hours, building 1.

Yes, sir.

When Michael had finished eating, he put his tray of dirty dishes into the scullery line. As he was walking out the door, he noticed a wire stretched across the bottom of the stairs going from one side to the other. The wire was about ankle height. Michael approached with extreme caution and when he arrived at the wire, he pulled a small extendable pen out of his right shirt pocket. Carefully he parted the bushes to see a shotgun muzzle pointed in his direction.

Bruce had been watching him from a distance with a pair of binoculars. He turned on a microphone connected to a speaker near the shotgun.

It’s alright Mr. Pigeon, I use this for training purposes as well. Some of your classmates are ‘dead’ because of this simple device.

Bruce turned off the microphone as Michael looked around and waved his right, middle finger in the air. Bruce smiled and went into the classroom. Michael was already starting to have doubts about learning executive security for this new assignment he was going to undertake. As Michael approached the building, he started to carefully look around for more booby traps. After searching the front entrance very thoroughly and finding no apparent booby traps, Michael opened the door to discover a hidden booby trap inside that almost got him. Bruce walked up behind him.

Are you finding more problems? he asked.

How the hell do you disarm that! said Michael, pointing to the spring-loaded machine gun sitting just inside the door.

Oh, that’s easy, just watch, replied Bruce as he produced a long-nose pair of wire cutters.

Bruce only opened the door far enough to slip the wire cutters in and cut the wire, which had been attached to the doorknob. Bruce went on to open the door further to show Michael that it was safe now. Michael was certain that this man was a lunatic and that he would be lucky to survive the training at all.

Once Michael was inside the building, he took his seat in the classroom. He scanned the other students in the classroom. There were four other males and three females. The females were grouped together. Michael had been briefed prior to this part of the mission about his classmates. The females were all former Olympic bodybuilders from former East Germany and the Soviet Union.

As each person introduced himself or herself, Michael made mental notes as to all of them that might be useful later on. Michael’s briefing included some personal traits of some of the women who were suspected of being former KGB or GRU agents.

Michael introduced himself as being an employee of a Denver based private security company. He went on to state that his employer needed him to have the ESI School for a new and important client. Michael knew that only his Director of the Western Region and Bruce, the school instructor, knew the real reason why he was here.

His first day consisted of classroom exercises, book reading and watching videos of what not to do during an assignment. Bruce was big on physical fitness so everyone had to meet the physical fitness criteria. Bruce handed out the criteria requirements to everyone. The second day was more classroom exercises, book reading and watching videos. The next day, Bruce had told them, was to begin the four skills criteria that they would have to know in order to graduate from the ESI School. Defensive driving was the title of the course.

The next morning, after breakfast and before starting class, Michael used his cell phone to call in his status to Bill. Bill was the Director of the Western Region of the United States Department of State’s Special Projects and Operations Task-force, or SPOT as they were called. Michael didn’t like being called a SPOT agent, but that was what he put up with.

For the next five days, Michael practiced and completed a difficult series of defensive driving situations. He learned how to make S turns, J turns and he perfected the difficult K turns. This was all the while putting up with Bruce, simulating the protectee, screaming at him. On the last day, they were given their final test. Michael watched the others that had a simple course for the test. When Michael got into the car, he was given a much harder test. There was a one-day break before starting the next skill test; firearms.

The next five days of the course consisted of firearms training. Michael had brought his Springfield Armory M1A rifle, his automatic shotgun and four handguns. Michael woke up to find the day dawning crisp and clear. After breakfast and some classroom time, all the students headed down to the armory.

Bruce held a short training class for all the students before heading out the door and down to his range. When everyone arrived at the armory’s massive