MAC WALKER'S BENGHAZI: The Complete Collection by D. W. Ulsterman Read Free Book Online

with before. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I can feel it in my gut man. This is my last assignment Mac. I can’t look the other way anymore. I don’t trust the people giving us this work. We get out of this one alive…that’s it for me. I’m out. I’m done.”
    Mac looked out his own window, his mind repeating the words Dasha had spoken to him the day before.
    My position with the United Nations involves a new approach Mr. Walker. For too long that institution has been viewed as something of a joke among the world’s political class. There are those who feel it must…evolve. We must move beyond countless meetings and agendas, and idiotic statements that have no basis in reality, and are ultimately, non-binding. We have been pleased to see this view received rather warmly by the current American administration. Call it a more…pro-active approach. We wish to give the United Nations real teeth, so that the world will come to realize if provoked, it can and more importantly will, bite back.
    Think of it as a new beginning for the organization. A…New United Nations, if you will.
     
    VII.
     
    The descent onto the San Vito runway was without incident, Captain Bob expertly handling the Gulfstream’s approach and bringing the aircraft to a stop near a long, light red metallic building where a large, silver SUV was parked. Mac was surprised to see the Gulfstream was only one of several aircraft that were coming into and out of the former American military air station, even during the nighttime hours. Several light blue United Nations vans were also busily moving about at the facility.
    Captain Bob emerged from the cockpit and opened the exit door for Mac’s team. The captain shook each of their hands again, wishing the men luck. He told Mac as soon as the jet was re-fueled, he was returning to D.C. for several weeks of needed downtime.
    “Too old for this shit anymore Mac. Got a few more runs left in me and then I’ll be hanging it up.”
    Mac gripped the captain’s hand firmly.
    “Hope to see you be the one to fly us back out of here in a few weeks Captain.”
    Mac quickly moved down the Gulfstream’s exit steps, spotting who he assumed was the San Vito contact making his way toward them where he had been waiting in the parked SUV which Mac noted had the same United Nations identification markings as the light blue vans did.
    “Hello gentleman! My name is Angelo Moretti – I am your facilitator contact here at San Vito. I have been in communication with your Mr. Tilley and understand you are to be given direct transport to Benghazi, Libya immediately.”
    As soon as he heard Moretti mention Benghazi, Mac found himself glancing over at Jack, who in turn stood silently as he watched the comings and goings of the many United Nations vans as they drove back and forth across the airport.
    Angelo was several inches shy of six foot, with a friendly, rounded face and neatly trimmed black mustache. What remained of his hair was carefully combed over his scalp in a failing attempt to hide his balding. As he spoke in a heavy Italian accent, his eyes would flare open while his hands would help to enunciate each of his words.
    “Please gentlemen – if you would follow me this way.”
    As he followed Angelo to the SUV, Mac’s hand went instinctively to his sidearm that was holstered on his right hip. Jack, Minnick, and Benny also carried their own handguns.
    The temperature inside the SUV was considerably cooler, its AC blasting cold air from the dash vents. Mac sat in the passenger seat opposite Angelo, while the other three were seated behind them.
    “Ok, just a short drive to the other end of the runway. You will be taking a humanitarian transport flight into Benina International Airport, which is just ten minutes drive from downtown Benghazi. This aircraft has already made multiple flights into and out of Benina, so it should not illicit any undo notice from the local authorities. The flight crew has been told