The Mike Group
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Something was very wrong. Mac could feel it. It was a sensation he had not felt in a long time. The goose bumps on the forearms, the slight heat at the nape of the neck. He turned to look at Earl, his partner in crime. He could tell Earl was feeling the same thing. But the feeling didn’t make any sense.
What they had just done was illegal and they both knew it. It was a break-in, pure and simple. Or at least it was supposed to be.
They had just broken into the utilities building of the Virginia Hills Research Dairy, located in an isolated area of northern
What they actually saw was anything but ordinary. The floor was finished linoleum and dust free. The walls were a maze of highly organized, sturdy conduit running from high-tech sensor junctions. Mac guessed the faint hum he heard down the corridor would be that of a dehumidifier. Dim, red lights illuminated the inside of the building.
This was supposed to be a damn dairy farm, Mac thought, not a NASA facility!
He turned to Earl, “Grab that aerosol can from my backpack and let me have it.” Earl passed the can to Mac who shifted his cramped, six-foot-four frame and pointed the can down the corridor. One blast of spray highlighted a series of intricately crisscrossed laser beams.
“Oh shit!” They shouted, almost in unison.
Crawling back to the heavy steel door they had defeated only minutes earlier, Mac pulled the wire-thin mike to his mouth.
“Mike One this is Mike Seven.”
“Go ahead.”
“As they used to say in
“Please explain.”
“The inside of this place looks like the basement of the Pentagon or one of the lower tunnels in
There was a brief pause. Dead air. Then, “Mike Seven, disengage immediately.”
“Copy. Out.”
Mac and Earl crouched just inside the steel door, while Mac carefully, slowly pushed the door outward. Mac eased his head slightly into the open door space.
The laser beams made this a whole new ball game.
He looked out at the moonlit sky; thick forest to the right of the building and open, hilly fields to the left, sweeping down to the main dairy complex. It was deadly quiet. Mac swung the door open a few more inches.
Suddenly, pieces of concrete from the side of the building shattered, spraying shards. Small indentations appeared on the inside of the door and a second later, gunfire exploded and flares arced into the sky, breaking the silence. Mac slammed the door shut. The staccato firing continued for a few more seconds, followed by an eerie quiet. He went back to the radio. “Mike One, this is Mike Seven.”
“Go ahead.”
“Now we have problem squared! Taking small arms fire. Pinned inside building. Any suggestions?”
“Injury?”
“None.”
“Okay. I have Plan B. Retreat exit.”
“Fine. Why didn’t we cover it during the briefing?”
“I didn’t want to bog you down with minutiae.”
Mac remembered a conversation of long ago.
Earl smiled and nodded as he listened on his headset. He remembered, too.
“Okay,” said Mac. “Lead on, McDuff.”
“To your right, old section of the building, far end. Look for an old flood sewer drain. The drainpipe leads to a small stream in the woods. Distance is twenty-five meters, or so. Let’s hope the new owners don’t know it exists.”
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The Mike Group is the story of four retired special operations experts disillusioned with U.S. Government spending of tax dollars. They decide to impose and implement alternate fiscal priorities. When family is drawn into the conflict, the Mike Group becomes pro-active. A face-off with a rogue government occurs and weapons are fired, people die and a cover-up is launched.
About the Author
Gary Crowther is a retired military officer with a background in special operations, unconventional warfare and paramilitary activities. He served in both the U.S. Army and the U.S. Air Force. His assignments included activities in