Anger Management
Chapter 151th
It was a long drive to the Catskills after eight hours with one stop to drive coffee and to have the snacks placed. Both Rick and Jerome were glad they were only a few moments out from the main office to sign in for their cabins.
Special Agent Gibbs was anxious to get moving. Even though he knew that rest right now was important for a clear head and body. The three of them reaching the main office to speak with an older man reading a newspaper behind the counter walking inside the empty lobby of sorts.
Looking up from the newspaper. He had moved the logbook in front of him. "How can I help you gentlemen?" he had to say with a deep sigh.
"We have reservations with two cabins sir?" Gibbs will have to say to him with a exhale feeling slightly dizzy for the brief moment.
Gibbs was able to give the names since they were paid by credit card.
Mr. Goodwin aged 63 years old turned to work at his computer terminal to check the reservations to see their names to confirm along with the receipts for the credit card charges. "Okay, I will give you the keys for the week. Otherwise, the fridges have been stocked along with fresh towels and champagne sitting on the kitchen counter," he said with a hit of a smirk. "Have fun gentlemen!"
"We shall try sir," Rick responded with Gibbs signing first before himself and then Jerome before taking the receipts and with their cabins not too far from the Russians on the other side of the lake.
Walking out with the chill of the air with it being late. Gibbs needed to sleep feeling it all of a sudden as with the other two.
Taking twenty minutes with the back road to reach their cabins. Special Agent Gibbs had walked into his cabin by turning on the light fixture and with seeing the fireplace with wood sitting to be used.
He needed to start up the fireplace with the matches sitting as with his lighter. Within moments the living area was much warmer for Gibbs. He had taken out his sweatpants to change into them before moving into the bedroom with a double bed and walk-in bathroom.
Pulling down the heavy down blankets to keep him warm and covered. Sitting on the side of the bed with his cell phone. He was able to send a text to his wife before going to lay down and try to sleep.
Two hours later Special Agent Gibbs started to dream about entering his R.E.M. sleep.
He had found himself face to face with the cartel leader Jose Juan Hernandez in Paraguay and the compound. His arms were being held behind his back while one of his associates had punched him into the stomach.
Gibbs had cried out in pain in his stomach while spitting up blood.
"I have asked you where is the rest of your friends hiding?" Hernandez standing directly in front of him.
"GO TO HELL HERNANDEZ FOR THE FINAL TIME!" Gibbs spits back at him before another punch to his stomach.
"String him up now to be a live piece of meat?" Hernandez had given the order to have his men drag his body to the open arena of the compound.
Gibbs began to wake slowly. When he noticed that his wrists and ankles were tied tightly on some sort of a pole. He saw a number of soldiers with some type of metallic whips in their hands and hearing an order from Hernandez to begin beating Gibbs.
The first couple of strikes had struck the lower part of his back to have him crying out.
Hernandez is out for revenge. He ordered those standing in front of Gibbs to begin as well as the first one to hit his groan.
He screams as he wakes from a bad dream. His heart was racing along with the rise in his blood pressure. A sheen of sweat had shown up on his brow and his chest with the silver hairs.
Needing a moment to catch his breath before moving off the double bed to throw off some water onto his face with grabbing the white towel to dry his face and seeing the dark circles under his eyes.
He needed to use the special cream that his wife had given him to use and it had been working.
Taking a look at the time on his watch. He needed to gather himself in order to meet with his friends to go after the Russian snipers.
Placing his vest under his black leather jacket. He had checked his rifle and revolver making sure the barrels were filled with ammo.
Gathering the last of his essentials for the operation. He headed out of his cabin to see both of his friends waiting for him.
Meanwhile, outside of the cave, the two Russian snipers had been setting up their rifles and scopes with checking for the NCIS agent and his friends. There was a slight breeze with having to make the adjustments to the scopes in order to get the proper shots.
Both of the Russians didn't say a word until when they saw the jeep arriving on the other side of the crystal lake. Gibbs had Rick stop driving to get out to scope out the region with their own rifles. Either they were in their cabin or hiding in one of three caves mention to them.
Gibbs had the awful feeling that the Russians just might be watching them. He wasn't sure which cave until he started to scan the region. This is when he noticed them sitting on the top of the hill outside the first cave.
"GET DOWN NOW!" he cried out as all of a sudden shots was being fired at Gibbs, Rick and Jerome needed to move away from the vehicle before the gas tank is hit.
"What the hell is going on Gibbs?" Rick will say to his friend...
"Now what do you think Rick? It's the god damn snipers shooting at us from above near the first cave." he cried out with a deep breath as his chest was filled with heaviness. The stress was beginning to take its toll on the 70th-year-old.