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Synopsis: Black Camel
After numerous terrorist cells in America are captured, Al-Qaeda’s leadership resorts to hiring an always-successful political assassin, the Black Camel. The mission: force America to pull out of the Middle East and Africa. As wide-scale attacks spread chaos across the USA, the FBI is compelled to employ an unconventional counterterrorism team. Can a street-smart FBI Special Agent and a jaded Israeli Mossad Field Officer stop the Black Camel? Or will the terrorist send them to their deaths and coerce America to surrender to Al-Qaeda’s demands?
Chapter 1 — Business
June: Lagos, Nigeria
Dominique studied the muscular Italian she planned to seduce: a killer, an assassin — her competition. Peering around the pillar at the rear of the smoky, bitter-smelling den she surveyed her mark for any sign that he felt threatened.
Seeing none, she shifted her attention from the bar to the tables filled with a mixture of oilfield roughnecks, sailors, expatriates, journalists, and the usual glittering prostitutes seeking a good night’s wage. Is he covered?
That wouldn’t surprise her since she was in a country notorious for corruption, standing in a bar with a bad reputation. One spawned by many of the patrons enjoying loud music and hard liquor as the red sun set.
She frowned at several men sizing up their chances of exploring the wonders swaying inside her white halter top. Her focus settled on a bulky man ignoring the drink in front of him, sitting with his back to the wall, to better view people entering from the hotel lobby and from the seaside dock. His eyes scanned the people moving about the room. No smile, no relaxation in his face, just business.
Not seeing her partner, she checked the dainty necklace watch lying just above her cleavage. Where the hell is he?
Dominique stiffened upon feeling the cold, hard mouth of a gun barrel press against her bare back. “Odd isn’t it,” a German voice whispered into her ear, “three wanted European criminals in the same Nigerian hotel.”
“You idiot!” the much smaller woman answered in French. “Get away from me before his man notices us.”
“Plenty of shadows back here. It makes little difference.”
“To me it does. It’s my neck he could snap.”
After Wolf disappeared, Dominique resisted the urge to watch her accomplice move to an appropriate position in the room. When her peripheral vision detected him leaning on a railing close to the threat she felt was the Italian’s bodyguard, she strolled through the tables.
Nearing an empty seat, two down from the Italian, she felt her nipples rise knowing it was the danger that triggered her response and not the thought of her masculine target.
She placed her small, beaded clutch purse on the bar and slid onto the stool. After running her hand through her shoulder-length brown hair, she reached for an ashtray, then took a cigarette pack and lighter from her purse. Following several failed flicks on the empty lighter, she waved trying to catch the barman’s attention. But he busied himself at the far end of the bar as she had arranged for him to do.
In English she asked the target, “Do you have a match?” He ignored her, looking through the window behind the bar at another cloudburst tattooing the fishing boats tied at the undulating floating dock.
She switched to Italian knowing that if he did not respond she and Wolf must resort to their much riskier backup plan. This time he looked at her. A smile creased his lips when he spotted the swell of her tanned breasts pushing above her low neckline. “Luckily I do.” He struck a match as she moved into the chair next to him.
“You appear too sophisticated to live in Nigeria,” the man said. “A swimsuit model perhaps?”
She laughed. “No, I’m on sabbatical from Paris.”
“Certainly not from a convent. And you don’t appear to be a professor.”
“Unfounded harassment from the Paris police. Now I’m arranging executive tours here in Lagos.”
“Where the French police cannot locate you?”
She smiled. “Here the police focus on more important issues. And you? What brings you to Africa?”
“Security business.”
“You’re not Italian State Police, are you?”
He laughed. “Private security. Down for a meeting but back to Sicily in a few days.” He nodded at the large windows behind the bar, “And away from this damn muggy rain.”
The bartender appeared in front of the pair. “Drinks?”
“Midnight Martini please,” Dominique answered as she gathered her things cluttering the adjoining bar space.
“Peroni,” the target replied, tossing a fifty-dollar bill beside his empty glass. “Made near Milano. It’s the best beer in the world.”
When their drinks arrived, she continued making him laugh while waiting for the small tranquilizer pill, she had handsomely paid the barman to crush into the Italian’s drink, to alter his judgment. Less than half an hour later they departed arm and arm for his room upstairs.
In the rising elevator, she pushed the stop button. After the old lift rattled to a stop, she pressed her warm body against the target. The available softness of her breasts and stomach were a distraction giving Wolf time to surprise the bodyguard climbing the stairway, then get upstairs before she restarted the elevator.
Once the lift reached the correct floor, Dominique took the Italian’s hotel key and led him toward his room. She moved slowly allowing him to enjoy the tantalizing swing of her hips. In the open doorway to his room, Dominique turned around and began untying her halter top. “Lover, you’re in for a big surprise.”
Behind the Italian, Wolf stepped out of the stairwell. He fired a Taser sending electric barbs into the man’s back. Fifty thousand volts instantly dropped the Italian. In minutes the couple stripped their paralyzed victim naked and tied him face down spread eagle on his bed.
“What the hell do you want?” he growled, revealing that adrenaline combined with pain countered much of the light effects of the tranquilizer in his body.
Dominique spoke as she disrobed. “Our note warned you. Leave Nigeria. Don’t meet the Muslims.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yah,” Wolf answered as he gagged the man. “But the Mafia does not know we have you.”
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