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Keeping their part of the deal the Generals , provided with a generous amount of cash , smoothed the way through customs and departure for Uncle Hector , so he could return to his country. Tiko had made arrangements through connected friends at the Makati end of the journey. There were high fives all around for the team but the job was not done yet ! Soon the members of the Team would be paying the Good Works agency a visit !
Sometimes in small countries , its difficult to keep a lid on information. In Makati , a Customs agent related to Mario Luz Lopez the owner of the Good Works Manpower agency , got wind of Uncle Hector's miraculous return. Mr. Lopez was part of a local syndicate that ran numerous rackets that exploited Filipino workers desiring oversea employment. He enlisted the help of some mob muscle and they went to pay Tiko's uncle a visit at his modest home.
The goons were out of luck because Ruffbo and the Team arrived first. They first sent the family away to a safe location and then set up an ambush for the crew of Mr. Lopez. Zeke, Ringo, Frank , Ruffbo and Tiko all agreed that guns would only be used as a last resort. A good old fashioned Seal style beatdown was in order !
Uncle Hector's place was a single level cabana , with a small yard and a dirt path leading up to large porch area. A vegetable garden was on one side of the house and a space where a pickup truck was parked was on the other side. Behind the house was a backyard with a dense growth of shoulder high plants. The goon squad made their approach as the sun was setting.
There were at least fifteen of them , carrying machetes and baseball bats . They didn't make a stealth approach because they didn't expect resistance. The leader of the group Joey and his second in command Louie Boi carried shotguns. The group swaggered up the pathway to the porch. They never made it to the door. Out of the darkness sprang Ruffbo , putting an arm braking bite on Joey's arm , forcing him to drop the shotgun. Tiko tasered Louie Boi at close range. Zeke , Ringo and Frank used crowbars and their commando training to beat the goons into a bloody pulp. Ruffbo used his titanium teeth to break Joey's other arm and both his legs. Then in his customary style , lifted his leg and urinated on the fallen goon's face ! Tiko took his time beating up Louie Boi with every Martial Arts move he ever learned.
The yard was littered with bloody crooks. The local Police were paid to look the other way. Some friends of Uncle Hector put the injured thugs in a dump truck , cleaned up the yard and took the human garbage to the edge of town ! The Team collected all the goon's cellphones. They never had the opportunity to call Mr. Lopez to warn him or their mob boss. The night was still young.
It was eleven o'clock Makati time and the Good Works agency office was closed for the day. As was his custom Mr. Lopez turned the building lights off , took off his shoes and watched a boxing match on his office television , while sipping on a cold beer. He wasn't even slightly worried. The Marco Makati mafia always took care of the dirty work for him. Hector Esperante should have just not come back home he thought. There he reclined in an expensive easy chair , wearing a custom tailored smoking jacket. The drone of his expensive air conditioning unit prevented him from hearing the stealth approach of the visitors.
The GOOD WORKS agency resided in a well appointed two story building. Out front in the owners parking space was the gleaming brand new blue Cadillac Escalade of Mr. Lopez. A symbol of his success and power. This myth would soon be shattered by reality. All the lights in the building were off but the light from a lone television gave away the location of Mr. Lopez. The Team were all wearing dark clothes , hands free lip radios and ski masks. They carried handguns with suppressors but it was understood by all that they probably wouldn't be needed.
Frank moved forward to the buildings door and fixed a highly sophisticated electronic device to the door frame that would defeat even the most advanced alarm systems. A small green light on the device signaled that the alarm system had been silenced. The door opened and into the dark Ruffbo moved ahead towards the office where Mr. Lopez was relaxing. One by one the rest of the team stealthily moved towards the objective.
Mr. Lopez was just about to fall asleep , the television was still on and a six pack of empty beer bottles sat on the top of his work desk. Then his throat was gripped by painful pressure. Ruffbo had approached from behind , growling in his ear. He was terrified and in shock. He wet his pants. In the dim light of the television he saw four black clad figures wearing ski masks standing before him. Without uttering a word Tiko moved fast as lightening and struck Mr. Lopez in his ribs.
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Mr. Holden Prather , CEO and owner of Spartan Services Unlimited and a former executive of the Haliburton corporation formerly known as Haliburton / KBR had cut his teeth working numerous Prime Logistics Contracts for his former employers. His cold , calculating ways had served him quite well.
Now , he owned his own corporation , lived in the almost tax free haven of Dubai. In his palatial house he was attended to by a gaggle of servants , maids and imported prostitutes. His Arab friends discretely provided him with alcohol for a reasonable price. What more could he want out of life ! The last thing on his mind was the suffering of those who worked for his Global subcontracting company or the billions of dollars that he and others had swindled from U.S. taxpayers.
It was a normal hot Monday morning in Dubai. Prather had one of his servants bring his car , a bright red Ferrari up to him near his front door. Driving in United Arab Emirates was certainly a must for any thrill seeking drivers. The Sheik Zayed road that led into town had no posted speed limit and made driving on the German autobahn seem like child's play ! The only rule of the road was to go as fast as possible and live to talk about it !
So there he was merrily speeding along at the excess of one hundred and fifty miles an hour when disaster struck ! The Ferrari started to swerve . Dammit ! One of his tires had a blow out. What he didn't figure on was that his flat tire came courtesy of a shot from a long range sniper rifle used by Miko of Team Six . Prather skillfully drove the Ferrari to the side of the highway. This put him in eminent danger immediately. There was no safe place alongside any road in the UAE. Not even trying to shoot a raging elephant between the eyes with a handgun was as dangerous as trying to hitch a ride on the Sheikh Zayed road !
He had to think he was truly blessed when a tan Bentley slowed down and another American offered him a lift . If he had been in Las Vegas at that moment he would have placed a large bet down and rolled the dice. It was a giant stroke of luck for him , so he thought ! The American's name was Maxwell Clark from Charlotte , North Carolina. He had a firm handshake and a ready smile. Wonders never cease ! In appreciation Prather took Mr. Clark to the Burj Al Arab luxury hotel for a drink.
Over dinner after much conversation Prather offered Maxwell Clark , who had an MBA degree in Energy Resources Management , from Duke University , a position in his company. Mr. Clark AKA Ringo in a CIA disguise kit could hardly believe it. I guess if you could smuggle CIA agents out of the Canadian consulate in Iran wearing the kit, then it was no big deal disguising his mug ! When he finally returned home , his world had changed forever. All his servants and maids had left the house. In fact he couldn't unlock the door.
Frank wearing his own CIA kit disguised as Mr. Holden Prather had sold Spartan Services Unlimited to an overseas investment corporation and his house to a billionaire Pakistani Dubai resident who was on vacation in a remote area of the Fiji islands and out of contact with the civilized world. The ownership documents were perfect forgeries . The real Mr. Prather was so stunned by this cruel twist of fate that he didn't notice the approach of a very large dog. In one swift move Ruffbo emasculated Prather. As the former tycoon writhed on the desert sand clutching his now bloody crotch Ruffbo pissed on him and then joined his teammates, who had satisfied looks on their faces. Never again would he have the balls to exploit anyone or swindle U.S. taxpayers ! Now that is what you can call Ruff justice !
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