The Cartel Affair
The Cartel Affair
The Travis Bones series, Volume 1
William E. Boone
Published by William E. Boone, 2021.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
PRELUDE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY-ONE
THIRTY-TWO
THIRTY-THREE
THIRTY-FOUR
THIRTY-FIVE
THIRTY-SIX
THIRTY-SEVEN
THIRTY-EIGHT
THIRTY-NINE
FORTY
FORTY-ONE
FORTY-TWO
FORTY-THREE
FORTY-FOUR
FORTY-FIVE
FORTY-SIX
FORTY-SEVEN
FORTY-EIGHT
FORTY-NINE
FIFTY
FIFTY-ONE
FIFTY-TWO
FIFTY-THREE
FIFTY-FOUR
FIFTY-FIVE
FIFTY-SIX
FIFTY-SEVEN
FIFTY-EIGHT
FIFTY-NINE
Written by
PRELUDE
ONE
TWO
WILLIAM
BOONE
THE
CARTEL
AFFAIR
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ISBN: 978-1-6913-4149-8
Copyright ©2020 by William Boone
Printed in the United States of America.
To Donna Boone
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First and foremost, I wish to dedicate this book to my beautiful and loving wife Donna Matthews Boone. Without her, none of this would be possible. She supports and believes in me when no one else will. For this I’m eternally grateful. Without her help this work may never have happened and certainly would not be as successful as it is.
I also wish to thank Rebecca Wilkinson for being my final editor and the input she has given me on this project. Without her professionalism and guidance this project would not be happening. She went far and above what was asked of her, and for this I am eternally grateful.
Special thanks go out to my bosses Skeet Hartis and Jerry Longfellow for allowing me to research and do some writing while working for them. Without this time, this project would still be in the planning stages. Thank you for your support and happy reading
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PRELUDE
TRAVIS BONES HAS spent the last three months in the jungle following his target, learning his habits, and the how and where of his operations. He has watched as his men took over entire villages and forced men, women and children to work for his operation. He has witnessed the brutality and unspeakable acts his men forced upon the villagers. On a few occasions, he has intervened to stop the torture and killing his ruthless men perpetuate. Travis has killed over 50 of his men. The cartel knows someone is out there causing problems but isn’t sure who it is. Or so Travis thought. Travis has destroyed over a dozen working drug manufacturing operations in the three months he has been in country. The cartel leaders are growing increasingly frustrated with this interference. Travis has had a few close calls but has managed to stay one step ahead of their men. Travis has finally gathered the information he needs to finalize his last mission as a sniper for the Marine Corps. It’s time to eliminate the target.
ONE
Medellin, Antioquia, Colombia
IT SEEMED LIKE he had been on this roof forever, but it had only been four days in the hot sun waiting for that perfect moment to take what he hoped was his last shot. Travis had been following and learning the routines of his target for over three months.
“It's 12:14. In one minute his car will pull up to take him to lunch. That leaves me 45 minutes of clear time inside the house before the housekeeper gets back from the market to start preparing dinner.”
Travis slowly makes his way over to the ladder on the back wall that leads to the ground and descends to the street below. He slowly comes up the alley between the buildings and waits until he sees his car pull out of the drive. He crosses the street, and follows the wall around the front of the house until he gets to where the bushes in the yard can hide him as he crosses the top of the fence. Travis then follows the bushes around until he’s out of sight of the guard house on the other side. Travis enters the house through the door to the cook’s quarters. There is no camera on this doorway.
Once inside, he quickly makes his way over to the control panel in the closet in the cook’s room. The alarm is already off. The guard will be coming through in about 30 seconds to do his hourly check of the main house. It’s now 12:29.
“How many times do I have to wait for this moron to walk through and stick his head in the cook’s room to make sure the boogey man isn’t in there? If he only knew just how close the boogey man really is to him he would shit his pants. Damn I’d love to see his expression if I jumped out of the closet and said boo. Whoops!!!!! Better be quiet, I hear dumb ass coming! And....... he's gone, time to go to work.”
The first thing is to override the security system that dumb ass reset when he left. Done. Next is to link in the static loop to the security cameras. Done.
“Let's check my time. 12:34. That leaves me 24 minutes to get everything done before the cook gets back. Better hurry!”
“Ok, let's get the charge shaped and put on the gas line for the stove in the kitchen. This will cover the sound of the shot later. Just have to make sure the signal can reach from the roof across the street. Should be good. Now to set the charge in his bedroom upstairs. I’ll place it under the bed and face it toward the balcony doors. This will cover him in debris and give me more time to make my escape after the shot. Now to get downstairs and set the charge on the gas tank outside the house. This tank faces the guard barracks. If I set the charge on the back side of the tank out of sight, then the blast and shrapnel from the tank should cover the only doorway in the guard barracks. This will take out anyone coming out of the barracks in response to the blast in the house. Ok. Time check. It's 12:58. Time to take the loop off the cameras and reset the alarm. I’ll
stay in the bushes until the cook gets inside and then go over the wall. Here she comes, right on time. 13:00 on the nose. If nothing else she’s dependable. Good. She’s inside, the alarm’s off. Time to go.”
Safely back on the roof, now Travis will hunker down, review the mission plan, and reflect on his future.
“Time check. 13:22. The target’s at lunch with his U.S. connection, Senator William Baker, a member of the Armed Services Committee. That’s why I have been black for over four months.”
With connections like this the target could easily be warned about any movement against him.
How did Gabriel Escobar get to where he is, you ask? Who’s Gabriel Escobar? The last name Escobar speaks for itself when it comes to abuse and drugs. Yes, he’s part of that Escobar clan. He is a trusted member and leader in the Medellin Cartel and is known in this part of Columbia for his merciless and ruthless endeavors when dealing with problems. It’s highly suspected that he’s the illegitimate son of Pablo Escobar, the head of the Medellin Cartel. However, the age just doesn’t work for Travis. Gabriel is 19 years old. Pablo is only 29. Exactly how he’s related may never be known. Especially after this evening is over.
“Excuse me as I digress.” Back to going over the plan.
Gabriel will arrive home around 16:30 after his meeting is finished and he sees his mistress in town. He’ll take a shower to, as he puts it; get the stench of his whore off of him. He’ll eat at 17:30. At 18:00, he’ll meet with the second in charge of his personal security force. Normally he meets with the head of security, but he’s with Gabriel's wife in Jamaica on vacation. Gabriel is supposed to meet her there tomorrow. Travis doesn’t think he’ll make the plane. He stayed behind to have this meeting today. Travis didn’t know for sure until today's meeting that William Baker was the contact. Travis knew it was someone high in the government, but he wasn’t sure who. That's why only two people know where he is and who he’s after. Major General Louis Stevens, Commander of the 1st Marine Division and Peter Turner, Director of the CIA. They would be happy to finally find out for sure who the contact was. Or so Travis thought at the time anyway.
At 18:30, Gabriel calls and talks to his wife. At 19:00, Gabriel reads and catches up on the news until 20:15. At 20:15, Gabriel steps out onto his balcony to have his evening cigar. At 20:16, Travis blows the gas line on the stove in the kitchen and takes his shot at the same time. Travis then blows the charge under his bed and the charge on the outside gas tank. At 20:17, Travis departs the roof and makes his way to the hotel where he has had a room for the last three months under an assumed name. Travis will stay in town for a couple of days laying low and make his way to the extraction point after contact with Turner to arrange extraction. Time to rest now. Time check 13:35.
“Time check 20:00.”
The weapon of choice for Travis is a 700 Remington Rifle M40A1 with a McMillan fiberglass stock and 10x Unerti fixed power scope. Travis makes last minute checks of the weapon and makes final adjustments on the scope. He gets his stand in place to make his shot. He puts the stand back from the edge of roof, so no one sees the gun, the muzzle flash or Travis himself when the shot is taken.
“Time check 20:15.”
Time to chamber the round. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Travis places the remote by his foot so he can step on the button at the same time he squeezes the trigger. He checks the sights. Travis lets out his breath and squeezes the trigger while stepping on the remote button. All Hell breaks loose and he watches for the guards rushing out of the guard house. They start charging out and Travis blows the gas tank. Guards and tank explode together. Travis blows the charge in his bedroom. Travis breaks down his weapon and stand. He heads to the back edge of the roof and makes his way down to the alley below. Making sure no one has seen him, he heads to the back door of the hotel having practiced this routine more times than he can count. Travis slips in and up to his room without being seen. He places his rifle in its hiding place and then runs downstairs to the lobby acting scared and surprised and asking what has happened. After a respectable amount of time he goes back upstairs to his room. Travis has an appointment with Jack Daniels and a hot tub of water.
“Damn this water feels good!! Nothing better than a good stiff drink and a long hot soak in the tub. Except the same thing at home with my wife and son. I'll be home soon, baby.”
Time to get the satellite phone and call Turner and get the ball rolling to get home.”
“Hello.”
“This is Dragonslayer searching for a dragon to slay.”
“Merlin says a town two days walks from you. You will find a dragon to slay at high noon.”
“The beast will be slayed at noon two days hence.”
Time to rest for now and get an early start tomorrow. Time to dream of home.
“Let's get everything ready for the trip. Break the gun down. Get ready for public travel.”
TWO
THE NEXT DAY Travis catches the bus from Medellin to Barbosa and takes a walk in the Aburra Valley area.
“Thank God it's September and not July. Damn, it's still hot as Hell out here!!! Do they really think we’re dumb enough not to know every other pineapple plant is really coca? Let's see, from here I need to go 30 clicks north west to reach the extraction point. Let's see if I can avoid the roaming guards and get out cleanly. Yeah, right!!! We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Barbosa!! Think they'll mind if I pull some coca plants up along the way? HI HO HI HO, it’s off to work I go. Damn, I've been in the jungle way too long. Keep focused, dipshit, or you won't get home. I have to stop pulling these plants and get a move on. Only gone three miles in two hours. Won't make my date if I keep this up. Awe well, fun while it lasted.
Oh shit, guards and they have seen me. Time to disappear. Have to make the tree line before they get close. I figure they’re about a half mile away in a truck. The woods are about a quarter mile so that makes it about three minutes before they get to me. Should have time.”
Travis gets hidden before the guards make it to the tree line. “If they look up it’ll get ugly. If they don’t, we’re good.” Luckily after about five minutes of looking around, they get back in the truck and drive to the other side of the tree line to try to catch him there. Time to go. Two miles north around the other end of the tree line and Travis should be clear.
“Well, how about that. They aren't as dumb as I thought they were. They left me a surprise. A really noticeable surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless. These guys are well armed and at least one of them has advanced training in booby traps. A grenade with a trip wire. Make that two trip wires. Tricky little devil put a secondary trip wire to try to catch me. I might enjoy going one on one with this guy, but alas, I don't have time. I’ll hold on to the grenade though. Time to roll. Change of plans. Not going around, going to them. If I let them go, they spread the word and I don't make my ride home. They expect me to run and hide. Advantage me, let's go get them. Ghillie suit on and ready to roll.”
“Twenty minutes later and I have them in sight. Three of them. One by the truck. One about 15 feet to my left and the other about 50 feet to my right. Take the left one first. Let's use a garrote on him. Back to the one on the right and break his neck. Put on the shirt and hat from this one and back out of the woods toward the one at the truck. Turn quickly and put my knife through his throat so he makes no sound like the others. Gather up weapons and take stock of what I have. Three AK-47's with six clips, 12 grenades, two 357's, two 45's with four clips, one 9 MM with two clips and a fifty-cal. machine gun with 1500 rounds. I'm ready to have fun. Let's check out the truck. Toyota with a half tank of gas. Best of all, a radio to monitor traffic in the area and avoid roadblocks. A map marking all the guard shacks and buildings. Found my roost for the night. Only about three clicks from my extraction point. Have to hide the truck for the night. They’ll be looking for it after not hearing from the guards I took out. Park it about two clicks from my roost and rig it with some grenades. Time
to rest and wait for the boom. Time check 21:00.”
“Awakened by the explosion. Time check, 01:15. Chatter on the radio. From what I can make out, got two of them with the explosion. Sounds like the guard called in more guys. So much for sleeping anymore tonight.”
“I have ten hours and 45 minutes before my ride home gets in. I have three clicks to get to the extraction point. Let's go play and have some fun. Time to break out Jamie and have some fun with these guys. Yes, my weapon has a name! It’s named Jamie after my dad. It’s strong, reliable and never lets me down. Just like my dad. Ok. Let's get a little closer and have a look. One guy so far is all I see. About 150 yards. One click up and two right. Squeeze the trigger and he’s no longer a threat. I'll wait and see if anyone else shows up.”
“Time check 01:37. Looks like two vehicles coming from opposite directions. First vehicle stops and two men get out. I take the driver out as soon as he exits the vehicle. Before the passenger can react, I chamber another round and drop him. The second vehicle is getting close. They must have seen what happened because they stop short before getting to the other vehicle. I sight the driver and deliver a round down range. Bingo. Driver down. The passenger panics and ducks down in the floorboard. Guess this will be a waiting game. I’m tired of waiting and need to get moving so I move around to where I’m facing the passenger side of the vehicle. I put two rounds through the passenger door to the floorboard area. He hollers and jerks his head up. Round down range and bingo. Target down. Time to clean up and roll out. Time check 01:49.”
“After checking all targets and grenading the vehicles to put them out of service, I put Jamie away and head out to my extraction point. Time check 02:21.”
Having reached his extraction point without any further problems, Travis settles down to wait for his ride and think about his wife and son waiting for him to get home to them for good this time.
Travis's wife's name is Sarah. She’s a long-haired beauty from Texas who’s strong willed and stubborn but loves with a ferocity Travis had never seen before or since. She’s his rock and what keeps him sane while he does what he does. Without her, Hell, he didn't even want to think about that!! He knew he wouldn’t be the man he is without her, that he knew for sure. Sarah had given him a son they named James Henry Bones after her father and his father. James after Travis's dad and Henry after Sarah's dad. They called him Jamie. Jamie was Travis’s pride and joy and Travis would move the world and Hell to make sure his son was safe and healthy. He had cotton blonde hair and steely blue eyes like his father. That’s one of the things that had attracted Sarah to Travis in the first place. Travis had brown hair now but had cotton blonde hair when he was young. Sarah said that he could melt your heart with just a glance of those eyes, but at the same time freeze your blood with a glance if angry.