CODE NAME: THE FOX

Hal Bradley

Description

Two years since the rape and murder of Harold Brandon's beloved wife, Shelly, he strikes his scythe of vengeance upon one man and his entire cartel.

"Hey gringo, are you lost?"

"No. Not lost. Looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a dead man."

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Shelly was raped and murdered by the Sonora Cartel two years ago. And since then, Harold has been juggling his sorrow and rage amid a standing contract on his life set at one million dollars.

When a grieving former drug-lord-turned-minister-turned-contractor is also being hunted like prey, he adapts.

Harold was forced to hide in the shadows and isolate himself from friends and family. He was also driven to undergo plastic surgery twice.

Heartbroken, seething, unrecognizable, and with unlimited government resources at his disposal, Harold now has the upper hand and plots to find Enrique, the Sonora Cartel's #2 man, with every intention of killing him – slowly and in true cartel fashion.

Just like how they killed his wife.

Will Harold succeed?

Find out for yourself in "Operation Durango Cartel: Harold Brandon's War Against the Cartels", the second installment to the bestselling "Code Name: The Fox" series by prolific author Dr. Hal Bradley, DD!

If you're looking for a roller coaster of blood, betrayal, and vengeance, then get ready to meet your next favorite book!

Sujets

• Hoaxes
• Con Artists
• Deceptions
• True Crime

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 17 juin 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456639334
• Langue: English

Extrait

CODE NAME: “ The FOX ”
 
Book #2
 
 
Operation: “ DURANGO 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: 978-1-4566-3932-7 (paperback)
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3933-4 (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: VICENTE GUERRERO, DURANGO, MEXICO
CHAPTER ONE: THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA…
CHAPTER TWO: THE REUNION
CHAPTER THREE: THE MESSAGE…
CHAPTER FOUR: EL RANCHO GREGORIO
CHAPTER FIVE: “DAYBREAK”
CHAPTER SIX: THE BORDER BUST
CHAPTER SEVEN: MERIDA’, YUCATAN
CHAPTER EIGHT: MERIDA, YUCATAN. LIAM’S “HARD SITE”
CHAPTER NINE: SONOYTA, SONORA, MEXICO
CHAPTER TEN: THE DON’S
CHAPTER ELEVEN: “TO FLUSH OUT A RAT”
CHAPTER TWELVE: “A SIMPLE MISTAKE”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: ISLE OF ANTIGUA, U.S. JURISDICTION…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: “THE WAR OF THE DONS”
EPILOGUE: MERIDA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, YUCATAN
 
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Special Agent in Charge, Mark Selby, US Customs (Ret.) Former SAC of the Miami-Dade Customs office. He inspired the agent in my fictional stories named “Mack”
Special Agent in Charge, John Satchel, DEA Seattle office. (Ret.) He inspired the agent in my fictional stories named “John”
To the two of you men there are no words I can think of to express my admiration of both of you, other than to thank you for your many years of service to our country. I love you both, fellas.
To my publisher Bo Bennett, PhD…. For your guidance and your wisdom in the publishing and your knowledge in the marketing industry of Book creation and publishing. You’re amazing, sir, and I thank you for your continued assistance.
To Victor Mojica…. Friend, Mentor, Agent, and the best man I have ever known. Thank you, brother, for all of this.
PROLOGUE: VICENTE GUERRERO, DURANGO, MEXICO
I’m in the foothills along the Zacatecas-Durango border in the Sierra Madre Mountains of Central Mexico. Following a lead on the man who had my wife kidnapped and murdered. I smell the scent of burning charcoal up ahead at the canyon’s edge, reminiscent of my childhood years here when I would watch the women of our village making hand -pounded corn tortillas on charcoal coals long ago from the memories of my childhood in this area. So, I approach slowly on foot to get a view…. “Click” I hear the hammer of a rifle being cocked back behind me, and a voice says, “Hey gringo, are you lost?” Out steps two Indian dwellers who live in these mountains. “No. Not lost. Looking for someone.” “Yes? Who are you looking for?” “I’m looking for a dead man…. “
CHAPTER ONE: THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA…
It’s been two years since the death of my beloved Shelly. She comes to me at night in my dreams, She’s my first memory of the day. The DVD disc left for me on the steps of the Phoenix, Arizona Police Department video-taping her rape and torture forever burned into my mind. The rape, torture, and execution of her embittered my heart, and no Pastor can carry such thoughts as I carry with me now.
I took a sabbatical from my post in the Church a little over a year ago knowing God would not approve of what I have set out to do. I am tracking the number two man in the Sonora Cartel named Enrique,’ and my intent is to kill him slowly, and traditionally, just like they killed my wife.
I’m now residing somewhere in the southern states. A new identity was granted and prepared for me by the US Marshal’s service shortly after my wife’s death. With a standing contract on my life set at one million dollars by the Sonora Cartel, I no longer frequent any old friends or remaining family members still living. I underwent plastic surgery, twice, and I am pleased that not even agents I had worked briefly with over the years recognize me. SAC (Special agent in charge) John of the Seattle DEA and SAC Mack of US Customs based in Miami are still with me after so many years, so I have deep contacts in the US Government when I need “favors”.
“Hey Mack. Long time. How’s John?” (Mack) “He’s good Harold, and it’s good to hear from you. We get worried when you are out of reach for a while. So, what’s up?” “I have a lead on a possible location of Enrique’ Mack. I may need some assistance for confirmation on his location. Can you help me?” “Sure, Harold. You know we will. What can I do for you?”
“Word is he’s in Mazatlán, Sinaloa, Mexico. I know DEA has an office there because I used to work out of it when I was still in controlled custody. I have information that he’s at the El Cid Hotel on the Malcon’ (waterfront) taking up a suite there. Shouldn’t be hard to confirm. I’ll do the rest once I know he’s there.”
“Harold, you know we can’t shield you from the law down there. You’re a “rogue contractor”, and we’re not even supposed to assist you, brother.” “It’s ok Mack, just get me confirmation. I won’t involve you guys any further. Hey, Is Jeff from the CIA still operational here in Mexico?” “He is. I talked to him when I was in Mexico City a couple months ago at the US Embassy. Why?” “I don’t want to get you too dirty Mack, but I do need a favor from him.” “I won’t ask, ok (laughing). I can only imagine!”
“My regards to John. Let him know I’m still above ground, will you?” “Yeah, I will Harold. Just take care of yourself old buddy and watch your six.”
I’m in a crab house in New Orleans off Bourbon Street doing my best to destroy a bowl of the best gumbo I think I’ve ever eaten when my cell goes of… “Harold? It’s Mack. Here’s that number you requested from our mutual friend at the Embassy. He said he might have some work if you’re interested Harold, but Jesus’ bro, you know what those “spooks” are into, so think it through. They do pay well though, (chuckling) and I’m pretty sure if he asked for you it’s right up your alley.” “Roger that, Mack, Thanks.”
Looks like I better finish my dinner and head west. It’s a long drive to the El Paso/Juarez crossing.
“JEFF”
(Phone ringing) “Yeah, who the H*** is it!” “It’s Harold. How are you man.” “Good brother. Good. Mack told me you might be calling. You, Ok? I hear there’s a posse out there looking for you. You sure know how to pick your enemies don’t you.” “Aw h*** Jeff, life would be boring if you didn’t have enemies to kill. (Laughing)” “Well, you do have a point. What can I do for you?” “I need some heavy armor brother. A couple RPGs, an M-16 sixteen with a couple straps of .223 rounds, night scope and tac gear. Can you help a friend out? This 9mm on my hip isn’t going to get this job done.”
“Yeah, sure. Need any frags.? I got a few cases at our safehouse.” “Yeah, thanks man. Are you going to be in the area? I can be in Sinaloa in a day. Mazatlán in two.” “You know where our safehouse is outside of town? You should, I hid you there once.” “Got it. See you there in a couple days, ok?” “I can make that work. Later, bro.”
“THE SAFEHOUSE,”
Outside of Mazatlán, Sinaloa, Mexico
A few kilometers north of Mazatlán and about five or six kilometers off Hi-way 15 just past the Aero Puerto, is the place I’m to meet Jeff. It took a little longer to get south so I’m reasonably sure he’s here. Pulling in now…
As I pull into the “hardsite” I see two “soldados” sporting AK-47s cautiously approaching my car. Yeah… not too many visitors approach this site and those that do are often killers with badges. One never knows who’s visiting when you work in the CIA. “Hey guys, I’m here to see Jeff. Is he here yet?” “No senior. But we know who you are. Welcome.”
I hear the rumbling of a Jeep CJ-7 kicking up dust on the clay-baked driveway as he rounds the final corner and comes to a screeching halt about a foot in front of me! Always good to go when it comes to grand entrances; can’t help but love this guy, he knows how to live, and make others die.
“HAROLD! You old son of a b****!... How the H*** are you buddy?” (Laughing loudly hugging me). “Oh, heck bro, same-o same-o. good to see you man, and thanks in advance for the hardware. You’re a saint.” “Not likely Harold! Follow me into the house.” (Laughing loudly again).
So, once we get settled in, he takes me to a false wall where they have the armory. He opens the wall and takes me inside. The walls have mounted rifles, pistols, silencers, and gear for mounting sniper rifles. The worktable was stacked with clips to fit each weapon displayed on the walls. He opens a cabinet and inside are incendiary devices and fragmentation grenades. LAWs rockets, and RPGs are stored behind a gated cabinet and tack gear is over in the corner on clothing racks. Perfect. Everything you would need to start a war. God bless the CIA.
“Help yourself to whatever you need Harold, courtesy of the Central Intelligence Agency.” “Thanks brother. I owe you, man.” “Well Harold, since you bring that up, I have something I’m working on that may well work to both our favors. Got time to hear me out.” “Let her rip, Jeff. What’s on your mind.”
“We have a source tied into the Guatemalan Government that’s allowing people in from the middle east. We assess that some of the people they are helping could be ISIS terrorists. What we need is someone who can play a role of offering a stateside safety zone to harbor them until their cells in the United States can connect with them. Hopefully we can take down a cell or two once they approach you to pick up their bombers. We were able to create a “spot” in their network through our source in Guatemala. Interested?” “Of course, Jeff. Whatever I can do to help bro.”
“Ok. So, let’s get you connected to our source down there after you’re done with your revenge thin