TALES OF THE MONGREL
by Ralph Arata
Anderson sat on a park bench just off of Independence Avenue. from the corner of his eye the "big fed" could see the Captial Building, its imposing white facia illuminated by the "Hills" lawn lights. He tried to concentrate on the stock reports in the papaer that he held in front of him but his mind was elsewhere - the dampe chill of the washington night night didn't help!
A black limousine pulled to the curb just in front of him. A front door opened - 2 CIA agents exited and greeted him. "Mr. Anderson, it is certainly a pleaure to meet you in person!" "However, you know we have to check you anyway". Anderson sighed and said, "no problem boys, you're only doing your job". Even the US Justice Department's CEO had to succumb to protocol. Anderson sat into the limo and sat. "Good evening Mr. President", he said.
"Don, we have a situation and 72 hours to correct it". "plans for the new stealth fighter-bomber are unaccounted for....based on circumstances, we know they have been stolen!" "Dr. Kaplan never made it to his assignment this morning, at Fort Meade". "His NSA assigned agents were both found dead at his apartment."
Anderson's tied eyes widened. "Not the NC3 fighter"! The President looked away, outside the limo's window to the dar and damp sky above. As if he was seeking some divine guidance. "Yes Don, the NC3." It would render our curretn stealth fifger-bomber technolgy useless. A well financed terroist group would the skies and would be able to deliver either a nuclear or chemical catastrophe anywhere on the globe!"
"Don, I want the NEUTRALIZER"! "I want him NOW!" "And I want him in Yugoslavia where we beleive Kaplan and his kidnapper, Sir William Hendricks, to be!" "Don, you have my full cooperation and the NSA at you disposal."
3 hours later, Ralph Arata a.k.a. the Neutralizer sat aboard a a B-2-B stealth bomber. He sat capsulated, beloew decks, in a full-self contained high altitude gear. He preapred mentally for the 15,000' drop back to Mother Earth. Just beyond him was the "Mongrel", a 1970 MBG, hand built at the "FARM", a super secret Justice Department compound, tucked deep in the Allegheny Mountains. The Neutralizer were on their way to Sarajeva, Yugoslavia.
The call signal came over the Neutralizer's throat mike. "5 minutes to drop sir." The Neutralizer checked his gear. Breathing apparatus, Beratta 93R, Israeli Desert Eagle 44 Magnum and the M-16/A-203 grenade launcher. The Neitralizer also has 6 frag and 6 white sulfur, incendiary grenades hanging from his military webbing beneath the sky diving shell that covered his body.
"2 minutes colonial", said the pilot......and the Mongrel was released with its tri-chutes initiating right away. The Mongrel was headed for a large landning strip, an old WWII air base close to the town of Sinj. Sinj was a small slavic hamlet, about 40 miles north of the Adraitic coastal city of Spalato, the Neutralizer's final destination.
"Green light, Colonial!" The belly door hydraulics yawned and the Neutralizer fell into black space. The Neutralizer could feel the trauma plates of his body armour press against his skin, cold and hard. And that is the way it would be. Get the doctor, get the plans and take Sir Hendricks down....cold and hard!Arata knew the time and place of the exchange for the NC3 plans. What he didn't know was how, except that it would happen during an antique road race that was an annual eventthrough the coastal thoroughfares from Spalato to Dubrovnik. A distance of 200 miles.
The was to get the raced prepared Mongrel to the event by 0800 hours...the start of the race. A CIA mole had informed the Justice Department that Sir William would be driving a 1975 427 AC Cobra. As the Neutralizer thought through his strategy for Hendricks he wondered how much Sir William's Cobra would test the Buick V-8 that lurked under the Mongrel's bonnet. In addition to the hand tuning of the Monbgrel's engine Tom (the Doctor) Josefek had placed an especially manufactured Borg Warner "super shift" 5 speed manual transmission in the Mongrel. The tires, Pirelli 50 Series P-8s, chosen by the "Farm's" suspension expert, Jim (the Bear) Evans for the special winding coastal road racing duty!
The Neutralizrer watched the ground come up to him quickley. His combat boots hit the dirt and Arata went immediately into a controlled role. He looked to see the Mongrel only 70 feet to his right. Then, it happenned! All hell broke loose and the Neutralizer found himself in the middle of a killing field with muzzle flashes coming from several different directions. A true "lell-zone" and the devil was coming personally for him!