The Yellowjacket

By Mike Miracle

A contract killer is given an impossible task. Kill an FBI agent that refuses to die.
The Yellowjacket has never failed to complete a contract.
FBI agent Jenny Thompkins has made a career out of her remarkable intuitions.
Her ability to survive has made her a legend.
Both women will have to make a choice. Go back. Move on. Or let chance decide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Miracle
• Release date: Jul 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463906439

Mike Miracle

Mike Miracle is the caretaker of many different monsters. Some real, some not. He is an Author, College Professor, Beekeeper, Computer Programmer and Small Business Owner.

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The Yellowjacket

Book 3 of The Next Series

Mike Miracle

Copyright ©2019 by Mike Miracle All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Jenny Thompkins didn’t know why everything looked sideways. She could feel herself running out of oxygen, she kept telling herself to take a breath. Come on, open your damn mouth and take a breath. Her mouth didn’t obey. She tried to breathe through her nose, but that didn’t work either.

Something was preventing her from taking a breath. Her face hurt like it was on fire, but she could feel something wet pouring down her face. Like someone was standing over top of her dumping a bucket of… blood? She recognized the metallic sticky substance as blood. With last week’s bloody root canal still fresh in her memory, it was definitely blood.

As she laid on the ground in the parking lot of the grocery store, she watched her cart full of groceries slowly roll away. She tried to get a glimpse of the rest of her surroundings, but she was limited to the things directly in front of her. Was that the backside of a tire? A muffler? Why was she under the car? Then she heard voices. Someone shouting, couldn’t tell what. Everything was muffled, she heard voices but not what they were saying. They sounded panicked.

Call 911, yelled Sandra Lopez at her husband. Jerry Lopez was already on his phone and connected to an emergency services operator. Yes, send an ambulance. Jerry listened to the operator then spoke in a louder voice I don’t know what happened. I saw a car speed through the parking lot, then when my wife and I got around the corner this lady was lying on the ground under her car. He paused again. My wife is looking at her, she’s a nurse. I mean my wife is a nurse, I don’t know what the other lady does for a living.

Jerry, tell them to hurry up. I don’t think she’s breathing, yelled Sandra Lopez.

She had gotten down on her knees, then on her stomach and got as close to the fallen form of Jenny Thompkins as she could. Sandra had been an emergency room nurse for five years and had seen her fair share of car accidents. They were usually after the paramedics had done some basic triage. The bleeding was somewhat controlled, the wounds were cleaned up. But this, this was something brand new for the emergency room nurse. She had never been a first responder to the scene of an accident.

She couldn’t tell for sure, but it didn’t look like the woman was breathing. She didn’t know what kinds of injuries she may have sustained, it might be dangerous to move her. The way the woman was positioned, Sandra could only get so close to her. Two and a half to three feet was a long distance for an evaluation. Made even more difficult considering that they were in the darkened space underneath a parked car.

Sandra knew that she needed to make sure the woman could breath, but to do that she’d have to move her and risk creating new injuries or making some of the current ones worse. Screw it, she thought to herself. If she’s not breathing those other injuries won’t matter too much in a minute or so. She needs oxygen.

Sandra used her elbows and knees to push herself backward and out from under the car. Once she was clear of the back bumper, she rolled over and found her husband among the growing crowd of spectators. Jerry, I need your help. Jerry jumped and took two steps closer to the car, angst and apprehension was written on his face in anticipation as to what kind of help he would be called upon to deliver in this situation.

We need to get her out from under this car, said Sandra in a panicked tone. Jerry looked at her quizzically and said, How bad is she hurt? Are you sure we should move her? Sandra responded, Yes, we have to get her out from under the car. She’s not breathing. I can’t get close enough to her under the car to check her airway. We have to move her.

Jerry appraised the situation, she was nearly all the way under the car. Only from the top of her knees down was visible from his vantage point while still standing at the back of the car. This would be possible if the woman weren’t injured, thought Jerry to himself. If they grabbed her by the legs and pulled her out, that could cause even further complications. And what if they couldn’t pull her out? He hadn’t got down on his hands and knees to see if they could pull her out from under this newer model BMW. She could get stuck. He looked around the parking lot and got another idea.

Sandra, let’s not try to get her out from under the car. Find out who’s car it is and move it.

Hey, look over there on the ground! came an excited voice from one of the onlookers. There’s a set of keys over by the curb. An onlooker made her way through the crowd to snatch the keys from the ground.

She picked up the keys and quickly inspected what she had. She wasn’t sure what kind of car the lady was lying underneath, it was a dark SUV like so many others. The key fob had a little blue and white BMW logo on it. Scanning the buttons, she recognized the half open padlock symbol as the unlock button. She turned toward the vehicle and pushed the button. Chirp. That was the sound coming from the now unlocked luxury SUV.

Shortly after the echo of the chirps had faded, she felt the keys being taken from her lose grip by the man of this husband and wife team that had stepped up to help out the fallen woman.

Jerry Lopez opened the door and yelled to his wife, Sandra, hold onto her. Don’t let her roll. She’s pretty close to the back tire, I just need to pull it up a couple of feet but you have to keep her still while I move the car.

Sandra was at the left rear bumper with her right hand trying to hold the fallen woman’s feet while she labored to stretch her left hand to the small of the woman’s back. She was putting herself in a dangerous position, she was partially under the car and her left arm was up against the inside of the left rear tire.

An older gentleman stepped forward out of the growing crowd. He knelt down to Sandra’s left, to be between her and the open driver’s door. Sandra saw him out of the corner of her eye and was surprised at first, but then relieved as she realized the man was offering to help. What can I do? asked the man kneeling by her side.

I’ll hold her lower legs steady, you try to put just enough pressure on what you can reach to keep her from moving, said Sandra, as she moved out from under the car to and into a better position to hold her feet and legs. The older gentleman nodded his head and quickly decided to sit on the ground and hold the fallen woman’s frame away from the car with his feet.

Sandra was preparing to tell him to hold her with his hands instead, but then realized that his idea made more sense. He could reach further back under the car with his legs, and also keep his own head away from the back tire.

Jerry sat in the driver’s seat trying to figure out how to start this beast. There wasn’t an actual key or a place in the steering column to insert one. He started to panic, he needed to move this freaking car. He scanned the dash from left to right and back again. What the hell are all these buttons and how the hell do I start you? Asking the car for advice, hoping to get some.

Just then the sound of a woman’s voice yelling into his ear. Push the button on the dash that says start. Jerry, startled, jerked his head to the left toward the voice. The instructions were from the woman that had found the keys. Jerry nodded his head and turned his attention back toward the dashboard. There it was, Start.

He pushed the start button, and nothing happened. He turned toward the woman with a ‘what now’ expression on his face. She yelled, Push in on the brake then push the start button. Jerry followed those instructions, and this time the beast came to life.

He stuck his head out of the open door and yelled over the noise of the engine, back where he hoped his wife was ready. Sandra, are you ready for me to move the car? Sandra and the older gentleman looked at each other, nodded their heads at each other in agreement that they were indeed ready. Yes, we’re ready. But move it slow. Sandra shouted back in response.

Fortune seemed to be on their side now. Fortunate they found the keys, fortunate someone stepped forward to help Sandra, and fortunate that the parking space across from the BMW was empty.

Jerry stepped on the brake, moved the strange looking shift lever to ‘D,’ and let off the brake to let the car roll forward by its idle throttle. He let it roll what he thought was three feet when he heard a voice from the back of the car yell That’s far enough Jerry. Yelled his wife as she moved around to the front of the