Looking for a good spring read?
In case you haven’t had time to go over to Amazon’s e-books, I thought I would post an excerpt from my latest book, Shamar, with the hope that you might find it of interest.
Let me give you the set-up:
It is 1969. My main character in this sequence of my books is Jack McCullough, a 28 year-old, ex-Naval Commander and former SEAL. Jack owns a company he calls Shamar, which he operates out of a hanger at National Airport (as it was then known) in Washington, DC. Publicly, his business is that of an arms courier. Lesser known, Jack is an agent for the Mossad, as are most of his employees. Shamar has another interest as well — that of providing services to the U.S. Government in areas where it wishes to distance itself — for example — like covertly dropping U.S. operatives in South American countries in order to influence political structures.
In the following sequence, Jack is delivering a large weapons shipment to Major Anabe in Owerri, Nigeria, during Biafra’s struggle for freedom in his Convair 340 aircraft, along with his employees. The area is a hot bed for skirmishes and large arms shipments, such as the one Jack is delivering, would be well worth hijacking — a risk Jack and his team are well aware of.
Here we go!
Zohar was at the controls and he said to TJ, who was sitting in the second seat, “We should be about 40 minutes out. Does that jive with our navigation?” TJ looked down at the map, checked the course and his watch, and looked out the window towards the ground below. In order to stay off the radar, they were using pilotage and flying VFR. “Yeah, I just got landmark verification. We’re on course,” he said. “Jack!” he yelled over his shoulder. Jack came up behind him. “Are we close?” he asked. “Yeah, 35 minutes.” “OK, thanks,” Jack said, as he turned and walked back into the cabin. He walked back to where Tal was sitting, and said, “We’re 35 minutes out. Have the weapons operational as soon as we land. I want tactical coverage as soon as the cargo door opens.” “Will do,” said Tal. He got up from his seat and walked back towards where the equipment was stowed and pulled the machine gun out. He double-checked it and brought it back to his seat.
To everyone else, Jack said, “Thirty-five minutes. We’ll do our usual fly-over, so I’ll need all eyes out the windows.” The rest of the team did a final check on their weapons and then positioned themselves at the aircraft’s windows. And then Zohar yelled, “Jack! We’ve got company!” Jack hurried to the cockpit, bending down and looking out the side window. “There,” pointed TJ. Coming toward them at a 45-degree angle was another aircraft. “DC 7,” said TJ. Jack put his field glasses to his eyes. “Yeah, and retrofitted. Look at the sides,” he said, handing the glasses to TJ. Machine guns were hanging out of both sides of the aircraft. Zohar put his hand to his radio earpiece, then reached up and moved the frequency dial. He listened for a moment and turned to Jack, “They claim to be Biafran. Says Anabe sent them as an escort.” He looked back at the plane. It was now making a slow turn. “Ask for the code word,” said Jack. After he did, he listened for a moment, then looked up and said, “Freedom. They want us to confirm.” “Confirm,” said Jack. The DC 7 completed its turn and dropped into a position slightly behind their port side. A few minutes went by. “Shit,” said TJ. “More company.” This time the aircraft was coming directly towards them from the opposite direction. Suddenly, the DC 7 cranked up the speed and flew past them, heading directly for the other aircraft. They watched from the cockpit as the DC 7 engaged the MiG 17 as it presented itself as bait. The MiG took it and the two aircraft flew off in the distance. “How long?” said Jack, with an edge to his voice. TJ said, “We should be seeing the runway in less than five.” “Keep an eye out for those Il 28s. We’ll be sitting ducks down there,” said Jack.
Two minutes later, Zohar said, “Runway in sight.” Jack put his field glasses up to his eyes again. “Shit,” he muttered. He went back into the cabin. “Keep your eyes on the ground – Anabe and his troops aren’t at the airport.” He went back to the cockpit. “Do a fly-over anyway, then circle. Any sign of that MiG?” he asked. “No,” said Zohar. “I think the DC must be keeping him busy.” They did their fly-over and Zohar pulled the Convair into a wide turn, heading back on another approach. “Jack! Here!” Channa yelled. He rushed to the window she was looking out of. Below he could see a convoy of trucks moving very fast down the road. Back in the cockpit, he said, “OK, we’ll land this time, but Zohar – take us down to the end of the runway, turn it around and leave the engines idling. And be prepared for anything,” Jack said. Jack turned and yelled, “Tal, final approach!” Tal got up and took the seat right next to the airstair. Guns could be heard being racked throughout the aircraft. Moments passed as Zohar lined the Convair up for landing. Jack belted himself into the jump seat.
Want to know what happens next?
You can purchase Shamar on Amazon at this link: http://www.amazon.com/Shamar-Laura-Brooks-ebook/dp/B00NRBA9U0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1451696015&sr=1-1&keywords=shamar+brooks
Or simply search under Amazon e-books: Shamar Brooks
My books are also available through Amazon’s lending library, as well. (And only available through Amazon.com).
And, best of all, you don’t have to read the series beginning with the first, Esperance©. In that book, and the two that follow, Zurich© and Zurich Legacy©, I catch you up at the beginning. However, if spoilers aren’t your game, you might want to read them in sequence.
Happy reading! And feel free to leave me your thoughts/comments!