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    Jensen
    Jensen
    Jensen
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    Jensen

    By Richard Baker

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    A modern adventure story set in South Africa, the hero is the kind of person most men would really like to be. Fast-paced, the action is relentless, and the descriptions of Durban city and the surrounding area will fill you with a desire to see more.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRichard Baker
    Release dateJan 8, 2011
    ISBN9781458185556
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      Jensen - Richard Baker

      Jensen

      Copyright 2013 Richard Baker

      Published by Richard Baker at Smashwords

      Smashwords Edition License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Table of Contents.

      Acknowledgements

      Prologue

      Chapter 1 - Action in Kruger

      Chapter 2 - Depart for Durban

      Chapter 3 - An informative trip

      Chapter 4 - Two gangsters questioned

      Chapter 5 - Steve is shot

      Chapter 6 - Planning with Jabulane

      Chapter 7 - Disposing of another body

      Chapter 8 - Moving to safety

      Chapter 9 - More plans

      Chapter 10 - The enemy retaliates

      Chapter 11 - Installing tracking devices

      Chapter 12 - Organising a party

      Chapter 13 - Attacking the ship

      Chapter 14 - Cleanup

      About the Author

      Other Titles by the Author

      Contact the Author

      Acknowledgements.

      My sincere thanks to my wife, for her unending love and patience. She has endured more travel and life events than could be expected, yet she remains strong and true.

      She is also a notable artist, and graciously allows me to use her images for the covers of my books.

      Prologue.

      The places and events are fictional. They are, however, drawn from life and the country of South Africa. My own exploits and endeavors are also reflected, with some embellishments. I leave it to the reader to decide which are true, and which are fictional. Enjoy!

      Chapter 1

      The bush closed in behind him, his passing marked only by the faint rustle of leaves as he moved carefully forwards, all his senses alert for the slightest sound, the smallest movement. From about fifty feet ahead, slightly to his left, came the sound of cloth brushing against the trunk of a tree, then silence.

      He froze, his eyes catching the flutter of some leaves as the twig they were on sprang back into place. Aiming just to the right of the disturbed twig, he fired the small crossbow he carried, dropping into a crouch in almost the same instant. A coughing grunt and the sound of a body dropping to the ground told him that his target was at least wounded, and the sound of someone scrambling through the bush a little to the right of that position sent him trotting off in pursuit of the second man; as long as he could hear him blundering along, his own progress could be faster.

      The bush was thinning out now, and he could see flashes of movement as the other man ran desperately. He kept pace easily, and soon the opportunity he was waiting for presented itself. The man he was following was halfway across a clearing, a grassy open space. All the thick vegetation was fast opening up, soon to become the open plains, offering no cover at all.

      The hunted man stopped, glancing wildly around. He knew he was being followed, but could not see anyone. Jensen raised the crossbow, but before he could pull the trigger there was a loud Huff! and a snort from across the clearing. He could feel the vibration through the soles of his veldskoen as a rhino burst into the clearing, bounced to a stop in a small cloud of dust, and stood peering with short-sighted eyes at the man in the clearing. The rhino’s ears flicked back and forward as it sniffed the air. With the wind blowing towards it, the rhino’s sensitive nose immediately identified the source of the man-smell that had disturbed it. Without hesitation it burst into a full charge, ears back and head lowered. Jensen could see that the man’s reflexes were just not up to this challenge, and only now was he hurriedly raising the rifle that he carried.

      The rhino’s long horn smashed through the man’s chest as Jensen lowered the crossbow and quietly headed back to check on his first victim. By the time he had backtracked and located him Jensen found only another corpse.

      The crossbow bolt was almost totally buried in the man’s chest, going in the side and piercing both lungs. The man had dragged himself under a bush and died there. Searching the body, finally cutting open the bottom of a leather bag slung about the dead mans shoulders, Jensen carefully extracted a shiny mini Compact Disk, putting it carefully in the small leather case on his belt. He then cut a stick about two feet long and three quarters of an inch thick, trimmed it, and carefully butted the end up against the crossbow bolt shaft. He braced himself, then suddenly pushed hard. The stick drove the bolt halfway out of the other side of the mans chest. Jensen wrapped the remains of the leather bag around the arrow head, then jerked the bolt completely out. No need leaving any more evidence than necessary. He pulled the stick out of the body, broke it in two and stuffed it into the dead mans leather bag. The bag would be disposed of on his trip back to camp, but just to confuse things even further Jensen broke a leafy twig off a tree some distance away, then used the small branch as a brush to obliterate his tracks. That would not help if someone brought in a Bushman tracker, but anybody else would be at a loss to explain what had happened. Hyenas, vultures and other small scavengers would soon demolish the bodies of the two men, but Jensen was careful both by nature and training.

      Chapter 2

      Three days later he was relating the outcome of his hunt to a dapper little man seated behind an elegant desk. The windows of the office, high up in the Carlton Center, showed expansive views of South Africa’s largest city, Johannesburg.

      Ja, well, thank you very much for your assistance, said Colonel Diepenaar in his precise Afrikaans way. He shook his head as he rose and walked over to a substantial safe standing in the corner of the room. Carefully depositing the small Compact Disc that Jensen had given him inside the safe, he relocked the door and turned to face Jensen, saying:

      It’s a shame that people try to profit from things that are not theirs. They just don’t realize the consequences of messing with information that the government does not want known.

      His cold eyes observed Jensen dispassionately. The government that he spoke of was, in fact, the American government, even though his strong Afrikaans accent would have indicated otherwise.

      Mbeki is being a little foolish by playing host to the Palestinian delegation, Diepenaar noted.

      Mbeki, the South African president, had indeed encouraged diplomatic relations with Palestine, and the two men whom Jensen had caused the demise of were both mid-Eastern nationals.

      Jensen looked mildly amused. His deep voice was calm and unhurried: Look, Diep, I’m not interested in the politics of the situation, as you know. The only reason I undertook to look for them was that I recognized them from some police files. They were the two that set that bomb in Durban, at the Holiday Inn.

      His face clouded as he recalled the incident. He sighed and went on:

      Lots of people died there, some of my friends too.

      Colonel Diepenaar replied: Whatever your reasons, you disposed of them, so the money is yours. We had allocated one hundred thousand dollars for the operation, so where do you want it paid?

      Jensen thought

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