MAC WALKER'S BENGHAZI: The Complete Collection by D. W. Ulsterman Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: D. W. Ulsterman
you are part of a food provisions mission and your identifications, which you will find in the glove box there, fully supports that scenario. You location on the plane will be at the very back, so you should not even be required to speak to the flight crew at all if you so choose. Once we arrive in Benina, I shall drive you personally to Benghazi and your safe house, where further instructions and materials will be made available to you.”
Before passing them out to each of his men, Mac scanned the four identification packets that were located in the glove box. They appeared to be of high quality. Over the years, Mac had certainly had to work with much worse.
Angelo parked the SUV next to an older turboprop Antonov An-24 transport craft. Mac was familiar with the Antonov and its relatively slow flying speeds, and estimated the flight to Benghazi would take a little over two and a half hours.
Angelo opened his door and jumped out onto the tarmac.
“Come on then – the flight is scheduled to leave soon.”
Mac’s voice called out from inside the SUV.
“Angelo! You forgetting something?”
Angelo glanced back at Mac, a frown showing his confusion over the question.
“No…everything is ready.”
Mac opened the passenger door and made his way around the SUV as Jack, Benny and Minnick followed close behind him. They already knew what Mac was referring to.
“Tilley said there would be forty thousand waiting for us here. He said you were to be the one to get it to us.”
Angelo’s wide eyes grew wider as his hands flew to the sides of his round face.
“Oh, of course! Yes! I have it right here!”
The Italian reached into an inner pocket of his light brown blazer and removed a simple white envelope.
“Here you go – forty thousand dollars per my instructions from Mr. Tilley.”
Mac’s lips tightened as he took the envelope from Angelo and passed it to Minnick.
“Make sure it’s all there.”
Minnick quickly counted the currency, which was in Euros, and then confirmed to Mac it came to forty thousand.
Angelo smiled back at the four men, his head nodding repeatedly at Minnick’s confirmation of the amount.
“See – no problems! Now, everyone, please follow me. They are preparing for takeoff already. We need to go.”
Less than three hours later, sitting in the back of the An-24, Mac and the others landed at the Benina airport just outside of Benghazi. Mac’s watch indicated it was nearly three in the morning, Benghazi time.
The devil’s hour…
VIII.
Mac had the team wait until all of the food supplies had already been unloaded from the plane before leading his men to the tarmac outside. Angelo already had another United Nations’ vehicle waiting for them – this one was a simple white minivan.
“Ok gentleman, now I’ll take you to the safe house. It’s about ten minutes drive from here, so remember that. If you need to get out of Benghazi fast, get to this airport and demand to speak to a man by the name of Louis Danton. He is the ranking U.N. humanitarian official here at Benina. He has my direct contact, so if there’s trouble, he can get to me quick and help will be on its way for you. If anyone attempts to prevent you from seeing Mr. Danton, a hundred Euros or so should easily remove that interference.
Do any of you have any questions so far?”
Mac and the others remained silent for a moment until Jack spoke up.
“This Danton, is he French?”
Angelo nodded.
“Yes, though he speaks very good English as well as Arabic.”
Jack followed up with another question.
“And do you trust him?”
Again Angelo nodded.
“Of course.”
Jack didn’t looked convinced, but by then was already stepping into the van.
The streets of Benghazi were oddly quiet. Even at this early hour, Mac thought a Mediterranean port city with well over a half million occupants would have much more activity. He glanced at the passenger seat’s rear view mirror and saw the faint outline of
Before passing them out to each of his men, Mac scanned the four identification packets that were located in the glove box. They appeared to be of high quality. Over the years, Mac had certainly had to work with much worse.
Angelo parked the SUV next to an older turboprop Antonov An-24 transport craft. Mac was familiar with the Antonov and its relatively slow flying speeds, and estimated the flight to Benghazi would take a little over two and a half hours.
Angelo opened his door and jumped out onto the tarmac.
“Come on then – the flight is scheduled to leave soon.”
Mac’s voice called out from inside the SUV.
“Angelo! You forgetting something?”
Angelo glanced back at Mac, a frown showing his confusion over the question.
“No…everything is ready.”
Mac opened the passenger door and made his way around the SUV as Jack, Benny and Minnick followed close behind him. They already knew what Mac was referring to.
“Tilley said there would be forty thousand waiting for us here. He said you were to be the one to get it to us.”
Angelo’s wide eyes grew wider as his hands flew to the sides of his round face.
“Oh, of course! Yes! I have it right here!”
The Italian reached into an inner pocket of his light brown blazer and removed a simple white envelope.
“Here you go – forty thousand dollars per my instructions from Mr. Tilley.”
Mac’s lips tightened as he took the envelope from Angelo and passed it to Minnick.
“Make sure it’s all there.”
Minnick quickly counted the currency, which was in Euros, and then confirmed to Mac it came to forty thousand.
Angelo smiled back at the four men, his head nodding repeatedly at Minnick’s confirmation of the amount.
“See – no problems! Now, everyone, please follow me. They are preparing for takeoff already. We need to go.”
Less than three hours later, sitting in the back of the An-24, Mac and the others landed at the Benina airport just outside of Benghazi. Mac’s watch indicated it was nearly three in the morning, Benghazi time.
The devil’s hour…
VIII.
Mac had the team wait until all of the food supplies had already been unloaded from the plane before leading his men to the tarmac outside. Angelo already had another United Nations’ vehicle waiting for them – this one was a simple white minivan.
“Ok gentleman, now I’ll take you to the safe house. It’s about ten minutes drive from here, so remember that. If you need to get out of Benghazi fast, get to this airport and demand to speak to a man by the name of Louis Danton. He is the ranking U.N. humanitarian official here at Benina. He has my direct contact, so if there’s trouble, he can get to me quick and help will be on its way for you. If anyone attempts to prevent you from seeing Mr. Danton, a hundred Euros or so should easily remove that interference.
Do any of you have any questions so far?”
Mac and the others remained silent for a moment until Jack spoke up.
“This Danton, is he French?”
Angelo nodded.
“Yes, though he speaks very good English as well as Arabic.”
Jack followed up with another question.
“And do you trust him?”
Again Angelo nodded.
“Of course.”
Jack didn’t looked convinced, but by then was already stepping into the van.
The streets of Benghazi were oddly quiet. Even at this early hour, Mac thought a Mediterranean port city with well over a half million occupants would have much more activity. He glanced at the passenger seat’s rear view mirror and saw the faint outline of
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