The Problem Eliminators!

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The Problem Eliminators!

By Steve Nelson

With special technical assistance from Shirley Ann Nelson

Newly Revised and Expanded EDITION for 2020

Published by Steve Nelson

ISBN- 9781465752055

Copyright © 2012 by Steve Nelson All Rights Reserved

This story is a work of fiction. It is suitable for young adults and up. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Any and all elements in this story that are factual are listed as such in the Fun Glossary section following the story. This book is not a medical dictionary and should not be used to take the place of a qualified doctor. All works of art & CGI pics are the copyrighted work of Steve Nelson. All other photos used for accent in the story are of public domain origin.

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The Problem Eliminators!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 A Drug Lord’s Yacht

Chapter 2 Our Outfit and Ship

Chapter 3 Finishing the Nights Work

Chapter 4 My Delivery Service

Chapter 5 Where is the Dog Catcher When You Need Him?

Chapter 6 A New Target

Chapter 7 Recon Before Action

Chapter 8 Finishing the El Matador Job on Land

Chapter 9 Finishing the El Matador Job by Sea

Chapter 10 Secret Info

Chapter 11 Delivery Service and Surveillance of the Admiral

Chapter 12 An Admiral Krimnal Bankruptcy

Chapter 13 Night Attack!

Chapter 14 The Captain’s Plan & Delivery Service Once Again

Chapter 15 Pirate Hunting

Chapter 16 Heading for Home

Chapter 17 Night Jungle Action

Chapter 18 Our Fleet Moves North

Chapter 19 More Island Exploring

Chapter 20 News from Home

Chapter 21 Our Biggest Assignment Yet!

Chapter 22 Rescuing Captives

Chapter 23 The Captains Decision

Chapter 24 Attack of Our Unwanted Enemy

Chapter 25 I Bid Farewell to The Captain and Crew of The Barracuda

Glossary of Fun & Interesting, Fact & Fiction, found in- The Problem Eliminators!

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Brief Prolog;

Information for the narrative for this story, I have taken from my own log book and from after action reports from various crew members of the Barracuda and from our good Captain, my friend, Captain Norman Mitchell. I have tried to put every one of the crew involved right into the story, so as to give you the reader an on the spot bird’s eye view of the Action as it happened!

I have also included lots of pictures to accent the story. Here and there I have also included some links, where you can learn more on several particular subjects mentioned in this story.

I have tried not to put too much of myself into the story, but I was there, and a lot of the activities of our boat hinged on my actions and the decisions of our good Captain. We trusted in our good Captain and his wisdom and extensive experience. He was always there for us and served us with his own style of leadership well. I was proud to have served with him aboard the good ship Barracuda and so was the crew.

And now, without any further comments on my part, sit down and get yourself strapped in, and get set for action with; The Problem Eliminators!

Dave ‘The Dude’ Wilson

First Officer

Chapter 1 A Drug Lord’s Yacht

I had just finished measuring the depth of water in relationship to this yachts’ keel. I noted my measurements on my waterproof note pad and I climbed aboard the boat. I stowed my underwater breathing and swimming gear in a handy alcove that I spotted near my entry point there on the starboard deck and I covered it up with a loose section of tarp that was lying nearby

Next I made my way stealthily inside this fancy millionaire’s yacht. I was silent. I had been trained as a navy seal and stealthy type of work was our business. But I’ll let you know more about that later.

I made my way about the interior corridors of this floating mansion and checked out compartments as I went. Beautiful carpets that were really plush were everywhere in the living areas. I passed by expensive stuff like a piano and a very expensive top of the line sound system, and also highly varnished cabinets, and fixtures of all types along with an abundance of these that were trimmed in gold. It wasn’t very long before I came to the main cabin and I could hear sounds of laughter coming from beyond the doorway.

Carefully I loaded my mini cam with a fresh cartridge and held it in my palm. I then pointed the flexible lens into the half open doorway to the cabin and I moved the camera about slowly so as to get a complete record of all its occupants for my Captain. I carefully made sure to survey the entire cabin from side to side and from top to bottom. And then I pulled back and ducked around a corner and into an empty cabin that was nearby.

I activated the instant replay of the cam and observed the contents so as to know for sure if I needed to go on further in my investigation, or if this was another false lead.

Sure enough, the image of one of the most despicable drug lords in the world today, appeared on my mini screen. My captain was right again, there he was, the hated drug lord Jose Garza El Jalapeno, alias the (Little Pepper). Also present and stoned out of their minds were 3 women, two blonds and a brunette. These women in their present condition though, weren’t much to look at. Some sadness entered my mind at seeing them like this.

They as a group had just snorted a few more lines of cocaine, there on the table between them. And Jose was just taking another shot at the drug again as I filmed. Jose, while also stoned, enjoyed the sight of his women getting their minds blown away in a haze of a drug influenced high. He most likely also thought of how their brains were being eaten away by the drug that he had supplied to them, for Jose was known for acts of a rather sadistic nature. He enjoyed inflicting pain and destruction on others, and he knew full well what these drugs did to the human brain. Even his own self-inflicted wounds to his own brain and body gave him a sick sense of satisfaction. Gruesome sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touch all made Jose crave even more! And the sheer pleasure of a good killing really drove him wild! It was all in the many reports we had on him, and even more. While my mini cam had been on them, he was seen to be stripping off the clothing of one of the women closest to him, in a rough animalistic manner. Yes violence and pain were Jose’s stock-in-trade. They were just getting going! And I knew that this party of his would go on for a while!

I retreated down another corridor, and went below to other decks, and explored more cabins and storage rooms of this floating mansion of the drug lord. At all times I stayed well clear of the bridge area, as there were a number of drug goons congregating there. I have a heat sensing device that I can wave by doors and easily check for the presence of human habitation, and I used it often on this mission, as I went throughout the yacht. I have also used my heat sensor on many other missions as well.

So after examining quite a number of cabins with no results except lockers of food stuffs and other consumables along with cleaning products and linens, I then came upon a locked cabin.

Well, well, this could be something here, I said quietly to myself as I stealthily and efficiently picked the lock, in about 5 seconds. Inside I found a stash! Yes, ‘The Stash’ of this drug lord’s main business product. There, wrapped in plastic sealed bags, were hundreds of pounds of cocaine and some of the green stuff as well. I efficiently ran my razor sharp blade about the packets of dope puncturing most all of them thoroughly.

And then I Hastily stowed several packets of cash with large denominations into special storage pouches on my wetsuit.

Well that’ll be enough to compensate us for this trip I guess, I whispered to myself. I photographed the lot with my mini cam and made a quick exit and headed for other sections of this rather big yacht, checking with swiftness and thoroughness every cabin and space I saw.

Soon in my travels aboard Jose’s floating palace, I came upon what was the communications center of the yacht, and I set up an overload to burn out the communications console in the next few minutes, and then I went about exploring further.

It wasn’t long that I came across the radio man returning to his post with a cup in one hand and a sandwich in the other. I had to dispatch him without a sound, so I waited till he passed and gave him a quick karate blow to the back of the neck and head. He was out instantly, and I shoved him into a storage locker, where he was out of sight. I also gave him a knock out injection to keep him out for as long as I needed, just in case.

Continuing aft I came to the engine room. Therein was a maze of monitors, dials, and switches, but no one in attendance, and so I set some small charges about the instrumentation panels there, and timed them to go off just shortly after my return to my ship. And then I headed up a shaft that I knew would take me to the helipad, where this fancy yacht had a chopper secured. My purpose there, disable that chopper!

Upon arrival at the helipad, I found a drug goon on duty. Was he the pilot or just another drug goon in the employ of the Little Pepper? Whichever he was, it was really unimportant, as he needed to go! I snuck right up in front of him without making a sound, and gave him a right cross in the instant that I appeared, that dazed him, and quickly I gave him a heave, and over the side he went! He bubbled just a bit and then was gone. Can’t swim, shouldn’t be on a boat, I mumbled quietly.

I climbed into the pilots’ seat, and knowing exactly what to look for, I cut some important control wires under the instrument panel. Now this chopper won’t lift a feather! I whispered to myself, sweet!

And then I headed down through the yacht one more time for good measure. I was, on my way to my stashed underwater gear, at my entry point on the starboard bow. I had sort of a sixth sense feeling, and I wanted to check again, because I thought that perhaps maybe I had heard something off the main corridor.

Arriving at the suspect door, I paused a few moments, and listened carefully. Sure enough, I heard a whimpering, muffled cry of some sort. I