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Broken Justice (Justice Brothers)

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BROKEN JUSTICE

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Halliday

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Excerpt FIXING JUSTICE

About the Author

This book is dedicated to my daughter and my grandchildren. Thank you for being the best!

Thwack
.
Clink. Thud.
“Aw, suck my balls, Cam!” Draegyn yelled, clutching his crotch with a wicked laugh as his last two horseshoes made contact with the metal stake in the ground about forty feet away in the sand pit that was Afghanistan.

“Fuck you, Drae!” Cameron yelled back heartily. “You totally pussied out last week when the frisbees were flying with that weak-ass excuse that your neck ached. I think you set me up with all your wah-wah crybaby shit, so don’t go thinking this means anything!”

The two men grinned and flashed each other the finger during some downtime at their base deep in the mountains of Afghanistan. All around them, sand bags were stacked high as a shield against every imaginable type of attack, while overhead an American flag hung limp from its standard in the stagnant air of a blisteringly hot day.

Their special forces compound was a rag tag set-up of tents, combat housing units, tin siding, barriers, sand dusted tables, lopsided chairs, and car backseats that had been thrown around an area where the men gathered to forget about where they were and what they were doing.

Dressed in backward baseball caps with sweaty bandanas around their necks and standard issue green military t-shirts that the sleeves had been ripped from, Drae and Cam were fending off the long stretches of isolated boredom that descended upon their team between missions.

Cam was wearing a pair of camo pants, lopped off at the knee, and an old pair of combat boots that were half-laced and covered in the desert sand that seemed to cling to everyone and everything. Dark, polarized sunglasses shielded his eyes from the relentless sun while a serious beard covered the bottom half of his face.

In tip-top physical shape after eight long years in the military, muscled arms sporting a deep tan presented a tattoo wrapped bicep that matched the one Drae displayed. Together as brothers-in-arms for the last five years, they were men of the Justice Squad. A gruff, no-nonsense special ops team who had been sucking in the arid sands of the God-forsaken place they had been in for far too long.

Shuffling across the hard-packed sandy ground, they stooped to retrieve their horseshoes, and continued to rib each other relentlessly about all manner of things that brought their manhood into question. It was a light-hearted moment in an otherwise deadly serious existence.

The low
woof-woof
of an approaching K-9 grabbed their attention as one of their squad newbies, a soldier they nicknamed ‘The Kid’, approached with a serious looking German shepherd on the end of his tether.

Everyone liked The Kid, although at twenty-five and after several long tours in various hot spots around the region, he was hardly considered a greenhorn. A communications expert who spoke several native dialects and handled his K-9 with adroit skill, he’d impressed even the most battle hardened of their squad. He wasn’t standard military. Not exactly. Most likely he was CIA or one of the elite, super secretive counter-terrorism operatives deployed throughout the region. One of the norms in this corner of the world was that these men didn’t ask questions of each other and rarely, if ever, used their real names. It was as if the time out of place nature of what they were ordered to do required a completely different mind-set than the one they’d relied on in the real world.

“Hey Kid, what’s up with McLain? He seems a bit tense this morning,” Drae asked while he studied the dog on high-alert, pacing this way and that, at the end of the tether.

True to a soldiers’ habit for creating nicknames and catchy terms for nearly everything, this particular shepherd had been named after the Bruce Willis character in
Die Hard
because he had a small bald spot on top of his head. Their special tactical squad was even called Justice after the Justice League, the Stan Lee created superheroes operating out of a hidden cave with a top-secret mandate to take on all villains who threatened the American way. Seemed oddly fitting in some perverse way.

Tugging on the tether to bring the dog under heel, The Kid shrugged, directing his reply to both men. “I don’t know, Sirs. He got all antsy earlier at the south checkpoint but none of the other canines reacted so maybe he’s just having a bad day.” When the animal finally settled at his feet, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted and ever watchful in his capacity as a bomb-sniffing guard dog, all three men studied the brown and black shepherd with keen interest.

Never taking anything for granted or at face value, each mulled private thoughts as eyes, alert and ever-vigilant, surveyed the scene around them looking for anomalies that might explain the dog’s tension. Improvised explosive devices and suicide bombers had become the enemies preferred
fuck you
method when striking the coalition forces. Attacks had been happening more and more frequently, and in unexpected places, coming closer and closer to their secured areas.

Turning his attention away from the dog he had at his side, The Kid held his M-16 rifle protectively across his chest. “Hey, did you hear about Team Matrix? They were doing an overnight near the border when one of those motherfuckers blew a device on the convoy. Killed six, including an imbed from the BBC.”

Hearing that bit of news, Cam and Drae looked at each other behind the dark lenses of their sunglasses.
Fuck.
Talking about body counts was usually immediately followed up with a swift change of subject that Draegyn was quick to provide.

“Have you been over to HQ yet, Kid? The Major has been holed up there for way too long with a bunch of heavy-vested pussies. Oh, my bad - I mean
politicians
who were making his life hell, last we heard.” The disdain Drae felt for those so-called public servants was dripping from every word with special emphasis on the
pussy
.

Alex, the third wheel and most senior member in their long association, was a brilliant tactician with the body and brawn of a battle-hardened warrior. He was spending way too much time these days holding the sweaty hands of the never-ending stream of nervous politicians and state department yahoos who flew in under cover of darkness. After a dog and pony show visit, they would high-tail it back to the safety found on U.S. soil so they could whip up their constituents and department heads with dramatic tales about the sights and sounds of life in a forward operating base in the middle of what had become a never-ending war. All that PR shit wasn’t exactly what Alex thought he’d be taking on when he was promoted last year.

“I saw Badirya headed that way earlier with Asef in tow. He asked where you were, Lieutenant,” The Kid said in Cam’s direction.

Thinking about Asef and his mother Badirya lightened Cameron’s thoughts. Asef was nine or ten years old and accompanied his mother nearly every day when she came into their compound to work as a translator and secretary in the HQ. The youngster was bright-eyed and extremely personable. He loved all things American with a special enjoyment for anything and everything connected to Batman.

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