CODE NAME: THE FOX

Hal Bradley

Description

Hell Comes to the Windy City

In this episode, Harold and Arty team up with multiple government agencies to take on Don Carlito, the leader of the Chicago Cartel. Their mission takes them to Central America, Seattle, and New Orleans. Harold is appointed to head of security, representing the Don, while covertly sabotaging his organization. Death, mayhem, and suspicion create a complex journey for our heroes.

Who survives? Who doesn't in this explosive episode?

Look for episode five, "Operation Detroit Cartel," coming soon!
Dr. Hal Bradley's ongoing Saga of Harold Brandon's war against the cartels.

Sujets

• Hoaxes
• Con Artists
• Deceptions
• True Crime

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 20 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456639662
• Langue: English

Extrait

CODE NAME: “ The FOX ”
 
Book #4
 
 
Operation: “ CHIGAGO Cartel”
 
 
A Harold Brandon, “ The FOX ” series
 
An action/adventure series novel by
Dr. Hal Bradley DD
 
Former smuggler, Retired DOJ Contractor, US Army Veteran, Pastor, & multiple near-death survivor. Author of: Crisis Victory, A Fox in the Lion ’ s D en & Surviving a Double L ife
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3965-5 (paperback)
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3966-2 (ebook)
 
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
Table of Contents
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1: “The Windy City”
Chapter 2: A Call Comes in…
Chapter 3: Motto: “Kill, Rape, Control”
Chapter 4: “North Meets South”
Chapter 5: Hanging with the Fellas
Chapter 6: Chicago, Chicago, Chicago…
Chapter 7: Back in New Orleans…
Chapter 8: Don Isadoro’s Rancho and stables
Chapter 9: “A Meeting with the Heads of the Gangs.” Chicago, Illinois, USA
Chapter 10: And so, it Begins…
Chapter 11: The Don Calls…
Epilogue
 
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I wish to express my profound gratitude and deepest respect to the men and women who serve our country as agents that I have worked with under the umbrella of the
Department of Justice:
 
DEA, US Customs, ATF, DHS, CIA, FBI, IRS,
The United States Military, The United States Coast Guard,
Special forces team five in Panama (Thank You, brothers)
U.S. Navy SEALs I have met,
Also:
The local law enforcement agencies of Snohomish and King counties of Washington State.
 
To all of you I owe a debt of gratitude I can never repay.
Hero’s All
Prologue
Arty and I just touched down at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago, Illinois. We were asked to come and see Don Carlito Garza, Chicago boss of the Sinaloa Drug Cartel, relating to an incident in Quintana Roo where Arty and I saved his life from four executioners hired out of Michoacan State to eliminate the Don. (Episode 3, operation Yucatan Cartel) He was trying to locate the “Rat” in his organization that tipped them off to his schedule so they would be ready for him when he arrived. He must have some news…
Hell is coming to the Windy City… And with it… I bring the WAR!
Harold Brandon, AKA “The Fox.”
Chapter 1: “The Windy City”
We step out into the passenger pickup area of the airport and spot a “crew member” of the “Carlito Garza” Cartel flagging us over to the front SUV awaiting us.
The hustle and bustle of Chicago is already making me homesick for the sandy palm-lined beaches in Quintana Roo, Mexico, that we just left for this. The smell of city life lingers strongly throughout the airport and is accompanied by an indescribable amount of noise pollution playing a rhapsody of beeping horns and airplanes taking off and landing. The shouts of the tourists and locals combined is inescapable and nauseating to me, but to “Kill a King,” I must endure it.
The driver takes a different route than the one I am accustomed to when I have come to the Estate of Don Carlito. The driver routed to the roadway taking us to the opposite side of the lake the Don’s Estate rests on. Shortly after the turn, the driver pulls into a driveway hidden from public view by the hedges of Ivy and the stunted trees interwoven amongst them. The driveway is cobblestone, opening to a circular courtyard with parking spaces adjoining the side of the lakeside home.
With a guard shack placed just inside the entryway, I noticed cameras affixed just above the Ivy hedge. Even with these safeguards, this place can be penetrated, so it’s obvious the Don purchased this site for the meetings he will be having with people he doesn’t want to be seen coming to his estate. Smart… But not smart enough.
As I’m climbing out of the SUV, the Don himself comes running up to me, arms wide open, embracing me and saying… “Senior Williams! You saved my life! I am honored to have you as a friend, and a business associate.” (Hugging back) “It is always a pleasure to see you, sir. So, show me your place, I like it already.” (Smiling together). “Oh, hey Raphael, I apologize for not seeing you. Please, my friend, come in.”
The house was a Tudor-style designed home with a large kitchen-dining room-living room open area. This was a turn of the century vacation home constructed for a wealthy family that was from the east coast. The front of the house facing the lake had almost wall-sized windows offering a full view of the lakefront they sat on.
The dock had a boathouse next to it and the end of the dock was an area built to accommodate up to twenty guests. Since the Don purchased it there have been a lot of security installations put in place. A guard shack was recently added next to the boathouse, covering the entire front area of the residence. It was built to match the house so it wouldn’t be as noticeable to boaters passing by, or unwelcome eyes trying to notice anyone or anything happening at this “hard site”.
“Very impressive, Don Carlito, and a good idea for private meetings. I feel much better meeting you here, meaning no disrespect."
"It was your idea, senior Williams, and a good one, which brings me to why I have asked you to see me. I have an offer for you, sir. What would you think about becoming the man in charge of not only my security but the security of others that work for me around the country? I realize it is asking a lot as you have your own business interests, but you have a “feel” for such things and I deem it to be an asset to my organization.
“This is, indeed, an interesting offer, Don Carlito, and bears serious thought. I would have to be able to run my own operations, so I might not always be available, but if we can work through those times I am away, then we may be able to do this."
"Excellent! Let’s have a drink on it, gentlemen. What would you like?” (Both Arty and I at the same time) “cerveza Pacifico!” The Don remarked… “I should have known.” (Laughing) We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting out on the dock watching the boaters enjoying the lake and soaking up the summer sun, which in Illinois doesn’t last but a few months out of the year. I must hand it to him; this is an impressive “hard site” and may not be as accessible as I originally thought.
That night, the Don and I sat in private. He was telling me he’s got the suspected “rat” narrowed down to three people in his organization. He asked me if I knew how to get it down to one… “Don Carlito; you give the three men each a different story and the story that gets acted on will reveal your man."
"Brilliant. I will do that. Can you hang around for a day or two?"
"I can, and I will."
"I also need you to go to Seattle for me soon if you can. I need to introduce you to the man I have placed in charge out there."
"I’m freed up right now so when I leave here, I can make a quick trip out there for you; just let me know."
"Thank you, senior Williams, I need to get back across the lake to my home, so we’ll talk more tomorrow. Tell Raphael I said goodnight. Jaco, get the boat ready!”
After the Don left, I took a walk out to the dock’s end and made a call out of any possible earshot. “Mack? It’s Harold, calling you on a burner phone."
"Hey buddy, where are you?"
"I’m in Chicago with the Don. Arty and I flew in earlier today for a meeting. He’s got a safe house across the lake from his estate for us to use as a meeting site. Lock onto my signal so you can have this location; we’ll discuss it further when I get to Seattle."
"Seattle? When are you coming this way?"
"In a day or two… Get this… the Don has offered me the position of head of security for the Chicago Cartel and its affiliates here in the United States."
"Really? Amazing, Harold. Talk about placing a fox in the hen house!” (Both of us laughing) “Yeah, I also talked him into purchasing this place, but again, we’ll discuss it further when I get in. Let John know we need a sit-down once I arrive. I’ll be in touch… Click.”
Flushing out a rat…
The following morning, I was awakened by the sound of a boat pulling into the dock. I got up and found Arty downstairs having a cup of coffee with the man who came by boat to pick us up. He said the Don needed to see me at the main house, so we got into the boat and headed across the lake. The Don had me and Arty escorted to the basement part of his house where he met us in a room with a man hanging naked from a rafter, dismembered from the waist down.
(Don Carlito) “It took the better part of a night, but we got the rat. You were right, Senior Williams, we gave him some information and he was seen meeting a known undercover agent in downtown Chicago. He was followed, grabbed, and brought back here. He confessed by the time his second foot came off. The rest we did for fun.”
His ties to Michoacan were through his family down there that blamed Don Carlito for their family being wiped out when we took down the leading Cartel a few months back. Don Carlito had nothing to do with it, but they were sure he did. Such is the world we live in…
“Okay Don Carlito, Raphael and I are out of here. Thank you for the offer, and after having given it some thought, I will be glad to be your head of security. Tell your man in Seattle I will be there by tomorrow for a meet. Take care, sir.”
That afternoon when the boat got us back to the safehouse we had the Don’s man drive us to the airport and drop us off out front. Luckily, we found a non-stop flight to Seattle within the hour, so that would give me some time with Mack and John before the meet. They will get a team together to do surveillance on our gathering, not just for cover, but for gathering intel on any possible new players not yet identified. Wheels off… on our way to SEATAC international airport.
Seeing old friends…
“Hey John; Mack. Thanks for picking us up."
"Never a