Interdiction by W.Addison Gast (carter reed txt) 📕
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Interdiction is the story of the conflicts with reality faced by young people growing up today in a world of terrorism and violence. A quest for peace but how to approach that goal is on every young adults mind in this century. This is the story of two such youths faced with decisions typical of what is faced day in and day out throughout the world. The story follows the parallel lives of two young youths growing up at the same time but in different locations and what influences they confront daily on where they decide to place their destiny. Haydar--- the Iraqi youth is influenced by a recruiter that has contacts with al queda and wants him to become a Muhadeen. "DJ" Jacobs, the son of an American Army Brigadier General decides to go to West Point following his father's footsteps. Haydar takes the track that will change his life forever by consenting to go to Afghanistan and receive terrorist training. DJ is more or less "drafted" into the Homeland Security Agency after graduating f... (Read more) Interdiction is the story of the conflicts with reality faced by young people growing up today in a world of terrorism and violence. A quest for peace but how to approach that goal is on every young adults mind in this century. This is the story of two such youths faced with decisions typical of what is faced day in and day out throughout the world. The story follows the parallel lives of two young youths growing up at the same time but in different locations and what influences they confront daily on where they decide to place their destiny. Haydar--- the Iraqi youth is influenced by a recruiter that has contacts with al queda and wants him to become a Muhadeen. "DJ" Jacobs, the son of an American Army Brigadier General decides to go to West Point following his father's footsteps. Haydar takes the track that will change his life forever by consenting to go to Afghanistan and receive terrorist training. DJ is more or less "drafted" into the Homeland Security Agency after graduating from West Point when they learn that he understands and speaks five different Middle Eastern languages and dialects. In his assignment to HSA, DJ establishes a team of techi-geeks and professionally trained government career people to organize a high power counterterrorism group that work directly under the VPOUS. When the terrorists come to Texas to poison a popular river during the summer holiday season, Haydar and DJ collide in a thrill driven episode of chases and explosions. This is the first in the "DJ" series of action adventure novels by W.Addison Gast.
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was transmitting from her body wire radio rather from the amplified boost from the unit one SUV that had been blasted replied.
“Roger three we’ll be there asap.”
DJ looked outside to see what looked like a war zone. The debris from the three rounds from the grenade launcher included the unfortunate water fountain, two cars that were parked on the street and a burning tree. The rounds from the M60 had blazed a trail across the parking area where it had ignited several cars and gas tanks. The place was burning and people were coming into the street looking at what was left of their neighborhood. None of the agents were hit in the firefight.
“Cuff these two, secure them and get them some medical but don’t let them out of the area.” DJ was pointing at the bleeding Goat and Ali Baba who were still in a daze after watching all the blasts from Haydar’s grenade launcher and the M60 tear up the neighborhood outside the apartment. At that moment, Charlene came busting into the apartment. Her left side of her jacket was black and burned indicating she did not get away from the burning unit one command SUV entirely unscathed.
“Did we get a tail on them?” Asked DJ in a hurried breath as he looked out the door of the apartment still holding his nine mm with both hands.
“They took out all three units and the San Marcos police have not made it to the scene as yet. Campus security declined to follow us off campus so we lost their help in the surveillance. Angel has the vehicle description and plate number so lets hope they come back with something we can use. Have you had a chance to question any of the captives?”
“Not as yet but that starts in the next heartbeat.” DJ picked up his cell and rang Danny’s secure line.
“Tell me you had this all on sat image and you locked in on that Black Chevy Tahoe that the two escaped in?
“We had you from the campus parking lot to the apartment in the Honda but when the action started, we switched the image lock to the moving Tahoe but lost the lock on it when they fired the first pineapple. The sat image automatically moves to the explosion target. To answer you question DJ –No-lets hope that Angel comes back with something. Everyone ok there? One hellofa lot of fireballs out by the curb from what we saw here DJ.”
“We’re cool. Charlene rates a campaign medal for exiting a burning SUV and taking her weapon with her as she rolled on the grass with her arm on fire from the gas in the tank. She emptied her clip at the escaping vehicle but evidently no hits.”
“Do you think DJ that the vehicle that got away has the biochem---the X437 in it?” It was Penny’s voice on the cell.
“If the gal-Badra is driving, I can assure you she has the bio. All the more reason we have to locate her and the guy with her asap.”
“DJ, Danny just gave me this location of a closed national guard armory about six miles from where you are now. He suggests you take the prisoners there for immediate questioning.”
“Tell him I said nice work and give the location to Charlene. I’m going to talk to the prisoners. We have to get these last two gomers before they think the world is deserving of this catastrophe and starts getting anxious to use it.”
The San Marcos fire department had the fires all out and was cleaning up the street when DJ went out to the SWAT van where all the prisoners were being held. Ali Baba had his leg and arm bandaged and had been given some pain medicine . Goat was sitting on the floor of the van with his arms cuffed behind him and moaning about his shoulder. Sanjar was cuffed with his hands in front of him and the girl was cuffed with a chain around her waist and ankles. Sanjar was mumbling something to Goat when DJ climbed into the van.
“We are all going for a short ride.” Started DJ to the captive audience.
“I don’t want any conversation between you four so If I hear you coaching your buddy about how to handle your captivity, I’ll just gag all of you for the rest of the trip. I hope that is clear because I’m only going to say it once.”
The van started moving. DJ raised the cell to his lips and called Charlene who was just finishing sitting with the paramedics back at the apartment.
“No problems here DJ. Medics released me after doing a bandage job on my elbow. I’ll meet you at the Armory.”
“Anything from Angel yet?”
“No DJ. It doesn’t look good. We have to find out from those four in front of you now where the hell she might have headed for when she and that other one blew the scene.”
Would be nice to have my friend Col Nagel and his ultra-fast interrogation team here with us now. Thought DJ as the SWAT van pulled up to the dark brick building that was once the local guard armory.
Chapter 34
The last thing that she wanted was a high speed chase through an area she was unfamiliar with. It would be better to try to hide the Tahoe in the dense traffic of a shopping center than to try to outrun the police. It was then she saw it. The ideal cover!
“This business is closed Badra. Why are you pulling in here? Is there something wrong with the vehicle?” Asked Haydar.
“No you fool. I am going to park this truck in with all the other black SUVs and trucks here on this car lot. It will be less obvious while we devise a plan for the remainder of the mission.” Haydar saw what she was doing. Badra had parked the Tahoe carefully between two other black Chevrolet trucks and turned off the lights. She rolled down the side window that had taken three of Charlene’s salvo of nine mm so that the holes would not be as obvious. She then laid back the drivers seatback and pulled the M60 weapon next to her.
“Keep your head below the dashboard so that our movements in here are not seen Haydar.” She commanded.
“Tomorrow Haydar, we will locate the river that will have the thousands of people in it during the American’s day of celebration. This will be bigger than the attack we accomplished in Lahore and more degrading because it is in the middle of the Infidel’s homeland. Right now, we must sleep so that we may move out from here unnoticed in the morning.”
“I am concerned for my fellow warriors Ali Baba and Goat. Surely they will torture them and they will remain silent only to bring more desperate and painful torture methods.” Said Haydar as he laid his head down on a rolled up towel that was in the back of the truck.
“They know nothing of our plans. They can not tell the infidel anything useful. Not even any other contacts we have here that can be used for our escape after the attack.”
I should know such things Badra. I do not have any instructions that would help me if anything happened to you.”
“I will be with you. Do not worry.” She did not offer a good answer that calmed Haydar. She was silent and this concerned Haydar but he said nothing.
Haydar was almost asleep when he heard Badra turn over and look at him directly.
“In the city of Austin which is north of here, there is a food Bazaar named Kasabien’s . They serve an Indian and Pakistanis menu. It is located on thirty second and I35 close to the hospital. Go there and order Bolaanee made with goat meat. They will ask you how it is made and you will reply that you will have to phone your mother in Kabul. From there, they will know who you are and assist you”
She rolled over facing away from Haydar as he memorized the instructions again in his mind. Strange. Bolaanee is not made with goat meat. It is made with cheese. Perhaps that is the “code” I use if I am confronted with this escape and extraction from the area. The July evening was pleasant and not so warm that it was not comfortable sleeping the rest of the night in the Tahoe.
He was pounding on the side of the Tahoe and shouting in the open window.
“WHAT THE HELL YA’ALL DOIN PARKED N SLEEPIN IN THIS LOT? THIS AIN’T NO DAMN RV CAMP.!”
Badra awoke with a start and turned to see the white-haired man tapping his baton on her window.
IS THAT AN AUTOMATIC WEAPON BESIDE YOU THERE? THOSE ARE ILLEGAL IN THIS COUNTY YOU TWO. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAY?”
Her reaction was immediate. She opened the driver’s door and without getting out, stuck the nine mm pistol in the aged security guard’s stomach and fired three times. The man didn’t have a weapon or even a holster for one but he reached to his hip as if he expected to have one waiting on his side. He fell against the car next to the Tahoe and twisted as he tried to run back to his patrol car that was in the drive. He never made it. Badra started the car and shoved the T-handle gearshift all the way back instead of just moving it to drive. The Tahoe leaped forward and then quit. The engine was flooded.
State trooper Helen Madre and her partner Bill Watkins were just out of their patrol car and on the way into Starbucks when they heard the three shots and looked across the used car parking lot at the security patrol car with the door open. Then they saw the guard stumble forward holding his bloody side and fall gasping his last. The Tahoe laid rubber and was heading for the interstate.
“Command, we have a 419 in progress. Shots fired. Black Chevy Tahoe plate number RBH-8 heading south on I 35 from Exit 204. Two occupants. One male and one female. The female is driving. We are in pursuit.” Bill Watkins was trying desperately to talk on the radio and fasten his seatbelt and put on his helmet at the same time. Helen had her gear on and was flooring the interceptor to get on the Tahoe’s tail.
The call with the first part of the plate number triggered the alert system and immediately rang Agent Charlene McBean’s cell.
“We have a black Chevy Tahoe answering the description of the suspect vehicle involved in last nights raid in San Marcos.” Quipped the operator to Charlene’s cell.
“Location and status?”
“Our unit is in high speed pursuit southbound on I35 and approaching exit 195.”
“Roger command. We will interdict from our position.”
Charlene ran to the small room down the passageway that DJ had set up as a temporary interrogation room and yelled to him as she opened the door.
“Let’s scramble DJ. State trooper just spotted the black Tahoe on I35 and heading our way.”
DJ had just sat the Goat in front of him at a small table and was beginning to get in position to start asking the terrorist some very difficult questions when Charlene came through the door. He was on his feet and out the door behind McBean jumping into the tactical cruiser that was waiting by the Armory door.
As DJ buckled in and turned on the radio they heard Angel calling.
“We have just finished refueling at the New Braunfels airport and are airborne heading for
“Roger three we’ll be there asap.”
DJ looked outside to see what looked like a war zone. The debris from the three rounds from the grenade launcher included the unfortunate water fountain, two cars that were parked on the street and a burning tree. The rounds from the M60 had blazed a trail across the parking area where it had ignited several cars and gas tanks. The place was burning and people were coming into the street looking at what was left of their neighborhood. None of the agents were hit in the firefight.
“Cuff these two, secure them and get them some medical but don’t let them out of the area.” DJ was pointing at the bleeding Goat and Ali Baba who were still in a daze after watching all the blasts from Haydar’s grenade launcher and the M60 tear up the neighborhood outside the apartment. At that moment, Charlene came busting into the apartment. Her left side of her jacket was black and burned indicating she did not get away from the burning unit one command SUV entirely unscathed.
“Did we get a tail on them?” Asked DJ in a hurried breath as he looked out the door of the apartment still holding his nine mm with both hands.
“They took out all three units and the San Marcos police have not made it to the scene as yet. Campus security declined to follow us off campus so we lost their help in the surveillance. Angel has the vehicle description and plate number so lets hope they come back with something we can use. Have you had a chance to question any of the captives?”
“Not as yet but that starts in the next heartbeat.” DJ picked up his cell and rang Danny’s secure line.
“Tell me you had this all on sat image and you locked in on that Black Chevy Tahoe that the two escaped in?
“We had you from the campus parking lot to the apartment in the Honda but when the action started, we switched the image lock to the moving Tahoe but lost the lock on it when they fired the first pineapple. The sat image automatically moves to the explosion target. To answer you question DJ –No-lets hope that Angel comes back with something. Everyone ok there? One hellofa lot of fireballs out by the curb from what we saw here DJ.”
“We’re cool. Charlene rates a campaign medal for exiting a burning SUV and taking her weapon with her as she rolled on the grass with her arm on fire from the gas in the tank. She emptied her clip at the escaping vehicle but evidently no hits.”
“Do you think DJ that the vehicle that got away has the biochem---the X437 in it?” It was Penny’s voice on the cell.
“If the gal-Badra is driving, I can assure you she has the bio. All the more reason we have to locate her and the guy with her asap.”
“DJ, Danny just gave me this location of a closed national guard armory about six miles from where you are now. He suggests you take the prisoners there for immediate questioning.”
“Tell him I said nice work and give the location to Charlene. I’m going to talk to the prisoners. We have to get these last two gomers before they think the world is deserving of this catastrophe and starts getting anxious to use it.”
The San Marcos fire department had the fires all out and was cleaning up the street when DJ went out to the SWAT van where all the prisoners were being held. Ali Baba had his leg and arm bandaged and had been given some pain medicine . Goat was sitting on the floor of the van with his arms cuffed behind him and moaning about his shoulder. Sanjar was cuffed with his hands in front of him and the girl was cuffed with a chain around her waist and ankles. Sanjar was mumbling something to Goat when DJ climbed into the van.
“We are all going for a short ride.” Started DJ to the captive audience.
“I don’t want any conversation between you four so If I hear you coaching your buddy about how to handle your captivity, I’ll just gag all of you for the rest of the trip. I hope that is clear because I’m only going to say it once.”
The van started moving. DJ raised the cell to his lips and called Charlene who was just finishing sitting with the paramedics back at the apartment.
“No problems here DJ. Medics released me after doing a bandage job on my elbow. I’ll meet you at the Armory.”
“Anything from Angel yet?”
“No DJ. It doesn’t look good. We have to find out from those four in front of you now where the hell she might have headed for when she and that other one blew the scene.”
Would be nice to have my friend Col Nagel and his ultra-fast interrogation team here with us now. Thought DJ as the SWAT van pulled up to the dark brick building that was once the local guard armory.
Chapter 34
The last thing that she wanted was a high speed chase through an area she was unfamiliar with. It would be better to try to hide the Tahoe in the dense traffic of a shopping center than to try to outrun the police. It was then she saw it. The ideal cover!
“This business is closed Badra. Why are you pulling in here? Is there something wrong with the vehicle?” Asked Haydar.
“No you fool. I am going to park this truck in with all the other black SUVs and trucks here on this car lot. It will be less obvious while we devise a plan for the remainder of the mission.” Haydar saw what she was doing. Badra had parked the Tahoe carefully between two other black Chevrolet trucks and turned off the lights. She rolled down the side window that had taken three of Charlene’s salvo of nine mm so that the holes would not be as obvious. She then laid back the drivers seatback and pulled the M60 weapon next to her.
“Keep your head below the dashboard so that our movements in here are not seen Haydar.” She commanded.
“Tomorrow Haydar, we will locate the river that will have the thousands of people in it during the American’s day of celebration. This will be bigger than the attack we accomplished in Lahore and more degrading because it is in the middle of the Infidel’s homeland. Right now, we must sleep so that we may move out from here unnoticed in the morning.”
“I am concerned for my fellow warriors Ali Baba and Goat. Surely they will torture them and they will remain silent only to bring more desperate and painful torture methods.” Said Haydar as he laid his head down on a rolled up towel that was in the back of the truck.
“They know nothing of our plans. They can not tell the infidel anything useful. Not even any other contacts we have here that can be used for our escape after the attack.”
I should know such things Badra. I do not have any instructions that would help me if anything happened to you.”
“I will be with you. Do not worry.” She did not offer a good answer that calmed Haydar. She was silent and this concerned Haydar but he said nothing.
Haydar was almost asleep when he heard Badra turn over and look at him directly.
“In the city of Austin which is north of here, there is a food Bazaar named Kasabien’s . They serve an Indian and Pakistanis menu. It is located on thirty second and I35 close to the hospital. Go there and order Bolaanee made with goat meat. They will ask you how it is made and you will reply that you will have to phone your mother in Kabul. From there, they will know who you are and assist you”
She rolled over facing away from Haydar as he memorized the instructions again in his mind. Strange. Bolaanee is not made with goat meat. It is made with cheese. Perhaps that is the “code” I use if I am confronted with this escape and extraction from the area. The July evening was pleasant and not so warm that it was not comfortable sleeping the rest of the night in the Tahoe.
He was pounding on the side of the Tahoe and shouting in the open window.
“WHAT THE HELL YA’ALL DOIN PARKED N SLEEPIN IN THIS LOT? THIS AIN’T NO DAMN RV CAMP.!”
Badra awoke with a start and turned to see the white-haired man tapping his baton on her window.
IS THAT AN AUTOMATIC WEAPON BESIDE YOU THERE? THOSE ARE ILLEGAL IN THIS COUNTY YOU TWO. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAY?”
Her reaction was immediate. She opened the driver’s door and without getting out, stuck the nine mm pistol in the aged security guard’s stomach and fired three times. The man didn’t have a weapon or even a holster for one but he reached to his hip as if he expected to have one waiting on his side. He fell against the car next to the Tahoe and twisted as he tried to run back to his patrol car that was in the drive. He never made it. Badra started the car and shoved the T-handle gearshift all the way back instead of just moving it to drive. The Tahoe leaped forward and then quit. The engine was flooded.
State trooper Helen Madre and her partner Bill Watkins were just out of their patrol car and on the way into Starbucks when they heard the three shots and looked across the used car parking lot at the security patrol car with the door open. Then they saw the guard stumble forward holding his bloody side and fall gasping his last. The Tahoe laid rubber and was heading for the interstate.
“Command, we have a 419 in progress. Shots fired. Black Chevy Tahoe plate number RBH-8 heading south on I 35 from Exit 204. Two occupants. One male and one female. The female is driving. We are in pursuit.” Bill Watkins was trying desperately to talk on the radio and fasten his seatbelt and put on his helmet at the same time. Helen had her gear on and was flooring the interceptor to get on the Tahoe’s tail.
The call with the first part of the plate number triggered the alert system and immediately rang Agent Charlene McBean’s cell.
“We have a black Chevy Tahoe answering the description of the suspect vehicle involved in last nights raid in San Marcos.” Quipped the operator to Charlene’s cell.
“Location and status?”
“Our unit is in high speed pursuit southbound on I35 and approaching exit 195.”
“Roger command. We will interdict from our position.”
Charlene ran to the small room down the passageway that DJ had set up as a temporary interrogation room and yelled to him as she opened the door.
“Let’s scramble DJ. State trooper just spotted the black Tahoe on I35 and heading our way.”
DJ had just sat the Goat in front of him at a small table and was beginning to get in position to start asking the terrorist some very difficult questions when Charlene came through the door. He was on his feet and out the door behind McBean jumping into the tactical cruiser that was waiting by the Armory door.
As DJ buckled in and turned on the radio they heard Angel calling.
“We have just finished refueling at the New Braunfels airport and are airborne heading for
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