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ALGERIA
PRESENT DAY
Towering dunes and rocky crags stretched as far as the eye could see, baked
by the harsh midday sun. The IL-76 cargo plane, now three hours out of
Cairo, had been flying a zigzag pattern across the Sahara according to
instructions.
Tiny Gunderson turned in his pilot’s seat and blinked in confusion when
he saw Juan Cabrillo standing behind him.
Normally, Juan sported short blond hair, blue eyes, and a tan complexion
like the native Californian he was, but today he was disguised as an Arab
native, with dyed black hair, brown contact lenses, skin darkened even
further by makeup, and a prosthetic nose to alter his appearance.
“For a moment, I thought you were one of our other passengers,” Tiny
said.
“They’re busy down in the hold, checking their gear,” Juan replied.
“They look a little nervous. A couple of them have never skydived before.”
“Well, they picked a doozy of a place to learn. I haven’t seen so much as
a road for the last thirty minutes.”
“They want to make sure no one beats us to their target.”
“Fat chance of that happening. We’re nearing the latest checkpoint. I’m
going to need the next set of coordinates.”
“Then my timing is impeccable,” Juan said. “Our client just gave me
this. He said it’s the drop location.” He handed Tiny a piece of paper with a
set of GPS coordinates. Tiny plugged the new numbers into the Russian
jet’s autopilot computer, and the four-engine plane began banking in that
direction.
“We should be on-site in ten minutes,” he said. “I’ll open the rear door
two minutes before the drop.”
Juan nodded. “What’s our fuel status?”
“No problem. I’ve got eight more hours of flight time.”
“Remember,” Juan said, “they won’t leave the landing zone until you’re
out of sight, so hightail it as soon as we’re away.”
“Like I’ve been bit in the butt, Chairman. Have a good fall.”
Juan smiled. “Keep in touch.” He left the cockpit and took the stairs
down into the cavernous hold.
Four pallets occupied the center of the hold. Three dune buggies were
packed nose to tail, their parachutes piled on top and their rip cords attached
to the plane so they would be triggered automatically when dropped.
The dune buggies were Scorpion desert patrol vehicles sold as surplus
by the Saudi Army, with their armaments removed, of course. It had taken a
day to refit them with the .50 caliber M2 Browning machine gun and 40mm
Mk 19 grenade launcher that were usually mounted on the chassis. Now
they could take on anything, short of a tank, and, according to their clients,
the weapons weren’t going to be just for show.
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