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THOMAS J. NICHOLS
Preview - Voices in the Fog
With
blinding speed, the chopper zoomed directly toward the guardhouse
and loosed its rockets and machine guns into the building.
The light of the explosions blinded the remote controlled
camera. Moments later, the fire died down. Rucinski and
Williams saw the charred remains of the building and the
pickup truck that was parked in front of it. Less than three
hours ago, two guards relieved the others who went back
to the house for the night. Now, they were dead. Just like
the four at Mi Tios, and the other four in Laredo. The attack
group hit the two houses at the precise moment the rockets
hit the gatehouse. The assault team came in from three sides.
They lobbed flash-bang grenades and high tech hydro-stink
bombs through the windows – all of the windows except
the one to Gonzales’ bedroom.
The flash-bangs were vivid and deafening,
the explosive sound of dynamite. They caused anyone near
where they landed to be stunned for a few moments, or possibly
deafened for life. The hydro-stink grenades, one of the
newest additions to their arsenal, were ultra-putrid stink
weapons; so powerfully strong that even the bravest of men
would have only two reactions, puke and get away! Between
them, the grenades that were thrown through the windows
disabled the guards. With any luck at all, the judge might
be scared out of his wits, but he would be safe.
The masked assault team entered the houses
with programmed exactitude. They walked methodically through
the buildings, room-to-room, closet to closet, their automatic
weapons spitting .223 bullets at the rate of seven hundred
rounds per minute. It was over in a matter of seconds. Three
men and the woman were dead or dying. Only the Honorable
Ricardo Huerta Gonzales remained alive – they hoped..
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