Mackie's Men by Lynn Ray Lewis Read Free Book Online

information about classified documents with a box cutter almost broke her. She knew the long thin scars would be with her for the rest of her life. Her torturers had left her for dead not realizing that none of the slices were deep enough to kill her even if they did bleed like crazy. Mackie hadn’t felt the slices at first until one creative bastard slapped her and poured a bottle of whiskey over the wounds and laughed while she screamed.
    The three bullet wound scars were from a drive-by assassination attempt on a United States Senator visiting Iraq. Mackie had the misfortune to be the first agent to step out of a building and the overanxious shooter thought she was the Senator and opened fire before Senator Downs walked out of the door. The Senator was fine, the wounds ended Mackie’s career as a bodyguard for high profile politicians. When she finally healed enough to be discharged from the hospital in Germany and came back to the States, she decided to keep protecting people, just doing it now on a different scale and in a more covert way. This little plot of land had been home for two years now and she loved the place. It had been perfect for her new enterprise since the old nuke bunker was buried deep underground. The little house that she felt so at home in was gone now. And although Mackie knew she had plans to rebuild, she wondered if the site was completely compromised.
    Mackie knew that at least two of these guys had seen her naked and wondered why neither man asked about the scars. They probably were raised with manners and know better than to bring up something so personal, you dingy. She wouldn’t give them an explanation anyway.
    Reynolds’ whoop brought her back to the present and she saw what had aroused his interest. Her fingers quickly flew over the keyboard disarming the detonation devices to prevent the probability of an American soldier’s death. The solders came from the woods and a large helicopter landed in the same area that the Klinger Corporation chopper was sitting yesterday. The sleet was making it harder to see what was happening but they did see both men who had been picking through the wreckage chased down and cuffed by several men in olive drab.
    The dead bodies were photographed and slid into body bags stacked side by side next to the helicopter’s wide open cargo doors. Body parts were placed into plastic bins and stacked with the whole bodies. Two large trucks towing trailers pulled into sight and Mackie groaned,” they’re putting ruts in my driveway.” Within three hours the site where her home had been was cleared dirt. The burned out SUV was loaded on the trailers and curtained sides raised to keep curious onlookers from seeing what was on the trailer bed, the blackened pieces of her home were in the back dump box. Twelve bodies plus two large plastic boxes filled with body parts were loaded into the chopper and the prisoners were shackled in the back of the cargo hold. The sleet had stopped so the chopper had no problems lifting and flying off as the trucks and personnel transport left.
    Reynolds was talking to the screen as he watched the efficiency of the soldiers. “That’s right, boys, don’t forget to look around the perimeter for all them body parts, you don’t want some hunter finding a piece of leg or a few fingers.” He pointed to the screen like he might be directing the searchers for any leftover evidence. “Those soldiers are just lucky it is so damn cold or the smell of the dead would be making more than a couple of those boys lose their breakfast.”

    As she waited for General Thomas Hurrell to travel to the bunker, she held herself upright by holding on to the various pieces of furniture until she reached the far wall. She stood for a moment, resting her tired body on the wall, and gathered her energy to step back far enough to pull the framed picture of cats aside. She punched in more numbers and waited for the light to glow blue, before waving her hand