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  Razer 8

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  Razer 8 by P.T. Macias

  Loco, Razer 8

  By P.T. Macias

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  Copyright 2013 P.T. Macias

  Copyright © 2013 by P. T. Macias.

  ISBN-13:978-1492248309

  ISBN-10:1492248304

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book was printed in the United States of America.

  Dedication

  I’m dedicating this book with all of my amor to my esposo, hijos, nietos, hermanos, and familia. Thank you for your patience, amor, support and believing.

  Thank you for your amor Arturo. Special thanks to my son Andres for the heart design, my daughter Erica and son Ricardo for their assistance. Te amo!

  Special Acknowledgements

  I want to give special thanks to Marsha Thomas Berg my assistant and editor. Her dedication to me, Razer 8, and the De La Cruz Saga is amazing and immensely appreciated. Marsha strives to perfect my work.

  The Infinite Power

  The delta force operatives, Razer 8, made a promise to be united and linked for infinity. They have the infinity symbol tattoo.

  Table Of Contents

  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

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  About The Author

  P.T. Macias Books

  P.T. Macias, Author Links

  Chapter One

  Prologue

  The day is gloomy, gray, and cloudy with a heavy sea breeze blowing onto the coast. Roberto arrives at the police department, and he eases his car into a parking stall.

  Urgently he slides out of his car and he walks briskly into the building to meet with Officer Taylor.

  Damn I’m lucky that I was home on leave because he has some intel to review with me. This is so difficult and I have to pay attention.

  He strides to Officer Taylor’s office, tapping on the door.

  “Enter,” calls out Officer Taylor.

  He enters the office, closing the door as he turns to gaze at the officer. “Good morning, Officer Taylor.”

  “Good Morning, Mr. De Leon. Please take a seat,” says Officer Taylor.

  Roberto takes a seat and rests his huge hands on his legs. He sits up straight, stares at Officer Taylor, and waits for him to start.

  “Mr. De Leon, I’m sorry for your loss,” conveys Officer Taylor. He observes Roberto’s dazed, vacant stare.

  Roberto stares at Officer Taylor’s lips as they move. With each word, he tears Roberto’s soul into shreds. Damn, I have to pay attention. This is a total nightmare.

  “The police department is doing everything in its power to investigate. We don’t have any evidence or motive for your family’s death. The car explosion was an accident. It was simply unusual and bizarre.”

  “Officer Taylor, I want the police department to keep me informed of any new evidence,” replies Roberto, glancing over at the officer. He stands to leave.

  This is a fucking nightmare! I can’t believe that someone intentionally tampered with my parents’ car to kill them and my only brother. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, fumes Roberto. He stands, ready to run to the only comfort he has. He runs to Jennifer.

  I know that I’ll feel a little better when I’m with Jennifer. She’s my love. She’ll be pleased and surprised to see me, muses Roberto.

  “I will be returning to base,” states Roberto. “I don’t know when I’ll return, since I was accepted to a special department. I plan on staying in the military for a while.”

  “Mr. De Leon, we will advise you on any new developments,” replies Officer Taylor, nodding.

  “Thanks,” replies Roberto grimly. Roberto turns to walk out of the office.

  I need to see Jen. I’m hurting so deeply. I know that I’ll feel a little better when I get a chance to hug Jen, he thinks.

  He extends his long legs in an elegant, fluid motion as he moves down the hall of the police department. Each step taps into the tile, causing a strong melody echoing his anxiety, sadness, and loss. He walks out of the building and over to his car. He slides urgently into his car and drives off. He drives straight to Jennifer’s home.

  I know she doesn’t have a clue that I’m home. I can’t wait to see her huge smile, thinks Roberto. He wipes a tear that rolls down his face from his anger and grief. Damn it! I can’t cry. I have to stay strong because I need to make arrangements for the funeral after I see Jen. Yeah, I know she’ll want to go with me. I need her so badly.

  Roberto parks the car and walks up the walkway, glancing inside through the window. Hell, no! Fucking hell, no! This is surreal! Jennifer is with another bastard and really going at it!

  Roberto sees red as he walks up to the door. He bangs on the door, enraged. His anger and hurt are excruciating. I can’t believe this! Damn, is this a punishment? This is too much! I’ve lost my family and now my girl! he thinks. Yeah, I want to see her face when she sees me and realizes that I saw her! Then I’m gone!

  Jennifer pulls away, startled and concerned. “Wow, who can that be? My parents left for a few days, Adam,” says Jennifer. She grabs Adam’s shirt and pulls it on.

  “Damn, Adam! We’re making love in the living room for anyone to see us!” says Jennifer. “We should’ve gone to my bedroom. Goodness only knows who saw us.”

  “Sweetie, it’s probably the UPS guy,” laughs Adam. “He only saw your sweet ass.”

  Jennifer laughs, shaking her head. “I’ll be right back,” says Jennifer. She leans down for a kiss.

  Roberto bangs on the door again, livid! Damn whore! To think that I thought she was my future, my dreams, my everything! he fumes.

  Jennifer walks over to the door, impatient to return to Adam. She opens the door, ready to blow off whoever it is. “Stop banging on my door!” yells Jennifer.

  “No worries, Jen. I’ll never bang on your door again!” yells Roberto. “Just take your trashy ass back to that bastard and bang him!” He walks backwards, glaring at her.

  Jennifer blinks, startled to see Roberto. Omg, it’s my Roberto! Oh wow! He caught me! Now what?

  “Babe, he doesn’t mean anything to me,” says Jennifer. She steps outside, she closes the door, and looks up at Roberto.

  “Yeah, right! I never touched you! I wanted to respect you and wait for our wedding night! I loved you! I’m done! I’m gone!” states Roberto, standing straight and proud. He glares at her, registering her surprise and her shameless apology.

  “Listen to me, Babe. Give me a minute to change,” begs Jen.

  “I’m done!” replies Roberto, glar
ing. No, she didn’t love me. She wanted my parents’ money. I can see that now, he thinks.

  He turns and walks to his car. I don’t care to listen to her explanations.

  He heads straight to make arrangements for the burials. The next few days pass quickly and Roberto goes through the days in a daze.

  A few years later, Roberto walks into the new classroom to meet his new team. Damn, I’m so excited!

  He walks in and nods to the guys in the room. He takes a seat, turning to watch the Commanding Officer for the Delta Force enter the classroom.

  “Good morning, Officers,” says Commander Knight. He stands straight in front of the room. “I want to welcome you to the new Delta Force team. The name Razer was selected because you will be able to raze any entity, country, or structure in the world.”

  Commander Knight observes each team operative. He needs to register their commitment, excitement, and aspiration.

  “This Office believes each one of you will be the best operative in the world, in your field of expertise. Every single officer on this team was selected because of his outstanding skills, education, and physical condition. Each operative has a special talent or ability that will be honed to excellence. Each of you will undergo an extensive training that will take you high into the realms of the infinite power. Your training starts now!”

  The eight operatives stand straight and proud, anxious to start the next phase in their military career. Each one has a reason, a dream, and a need to be a Delta Force operative.

  Months later, the eight operatives are celebrating their accomplishments. Their training is over. Each one has excelled in every facet of their training. Their bond is strong, absolute, and invincible.

  “Damn! Damn! We’re a whole, awesome unit and we’re the infinite power!” says Panther, taking a drink of his whiskey. He grins, thinking about the new tattoo he’s getting. “Dudes, I’m going to get a double infinity tattoo as a symbol of the Infinity. This represents to me the infinite power and unity that we have. We’ve worked hard to accomplish our goal and complete this bond.”

  “Yeah, I agree with Panther,” voices Phantom, nodding. “We should make the promise of being united and linked for infinity.”

  “Damn! That sounds sweet,” says Bulldog, nodding. “Hell, yeah! I’m in.”

  “That sounds incredible! I love the idea. We should all have the double infinity symbol tattoo that Panther is getting. This will be our symbol of being united and linked for infinity. Hell, yeah! We’re the infinite power!” says Redfox, nodding. He looks over at the rest of the operatives.

  “Damn, yes!” says Loco, solemnly.

  “I’m in,” says Ghost in a soft low tone.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” voices Thunder, nodding. He looks over at his twin, raising an eyebrow. He mentally transmits, you’re in, right?

  “Absolutely! Show us the tat,” says Lightning, growling.

  Panther roars with pleasure. He gets the image from his wallet. “This tat will be our evidence and commitment to being united and linked for infinity,” he says.

  “Damn! That’s a sweet tat,” says Bulldog, grinning.

  “Let’s go now, on this first day of being an official Delta Force. Now we’re official, Razer 8 Delta Force Operatives,” says Redfox, grinning.

  “Hell, yes! We’re officially Infinity to one other!,” roars Panther.

  Infinity is the name taken by Razer 8, the Special Delta Force operatives. The infinite power Razer 8 team operatives are an offensive team working against the drug cartel, drug dealers, and all types of terrorist groups. The U.S. Delta Force Special Operative Unit, organized for the conduct of missions, requires that the Delta Force team be highly adaptable and completely self-sufficient. These men know that they can rely on one another when they have no one else. This is their new family!

  Chapter Two

  A few months later, Roberto is working out on a beautiful sunny morning. Oh yeah, I love the break of dawn. Nobody is around. I love the smell of fresh air, the crisp chill of the morning, and the sound of the waves breaking on the beach, thinks Roberto. Yeah, there’s nothing better than working out in the fresh, clean air.

  Roberto takes a deep breath, closing his beautiful smoky quartz brown eyes fringed with long black eyelashes.

  I’m almost there. I see it. I’m doing everything in my power to grasp my goal. Soon, real soon, I’ll have what I want. It’s been tough training, long days, intensive work outs, and stress.

  Roberto Daniel De Leon has been striving to be the best in every aspect that involves his dream. He stands tall and proud at six feet two with a very hard, developed, muscular body. There’s no way that his physical assets can be overlooked.

  Now, I’m almost at my goal. It has taken me a few years but I’m satisfied. I’m still young, healthy and strong at twenty-eight, he thinks. I have the physical strength, intelligence, computer systems expertise, mastery in weapons, and stamina for the job I have been trained to do.

  You name it and I’ve mastered it. I’ve been training hard. The physical conditioning and drills are part of the Delta Force lifestyle that I live. This is my life now.

  I finally completed the intense 6-month Operative Training Course, to learn counter-terrorism and counter-intelligence techniques. This includes firearm accuracy and various other weapons trainings.

  The other government agencies often recruit from the operatives in the Delta Force. That’s my goal and that’s why I work hard. I’m the top operative in completing the course.

  Since I was young, I have dreamed of being a CIA Special Elite Operative. That’s why I’ve pushed myself to my limits and, where possible, even beyond. I can taste the day that I become one of the CIA special elite operatives, thinks Roberto, nodding.

  He stretches his right leg and then his left leg. He then stands straight, tall, stretches his neck. Okay, let’s get this over with.

  He sprints down the beach. He feels the breeze from the ocean cooling him down. He jogs down the beach in fluid smooth motion, each heel pounding into the solid wet sand, and kicking up a spray of sand.

  He reaches the dock and turns back. Oh, yeah, finally I’m done working out for today.

  He reaches for his towel and pats off the sweat. These are the only days that I’ll have off in a while. I’ll have to report back to duty soon.

  I’m going to catch a movie and then go to a club. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone that I can talk to. Someone that can make me forget my commitments for a few hours.

  Yeah, that would be great, but only for today. Sometimes, but not often, I do crave someone to come home to. Yeah, to come home to someone that cares. Yeah, but I can’t afford to get involved right now.

  Damn, no good woman would want to wait forever for me to return home. That’s the real issue. I learned my lesson real quick. My first and only girl, my high school sweetheart couldn’t, or wouldn’t, wait.

  He grinds his jaw, flexing his jaw muscles from the intense pressure. He closes his eyes, trying to keep back the memory of that painful day.

  She traded me in for another as soon as I left for basic training. Yeah, she’s sorry now, but it’s too late. I’m not ready to trust a woman, any woman.

  I had barely finished basic training when the accident happened. I only returned home for my parents’ and only brother’s funerals.

  Yeah, Jennifer tried to get close again. There is no way in hell that I’ll get involved with her again. Hell! That will never happen in this lifetime.

  I still remember her in that jerk’s arms. She never expected me to show. Damn, she has no shame. I never touched her. I respected her. I wanted to wait.

  Wow, that was a shock. It quickly extinguished all of the feelings that I had for her. My heart froze up. I lost my parents, my brother, and my girl, all at once.

  It’s been several long, painful years. Thanks to the extensive long hours of training, I’ve managed not to fall into depression.

  I miss my paren
ts and my brother. I sold the business, the house, everything. I couldn’t stand the memories.

  He puts his hands on his waist. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to erase the memories. He takes several deep breaths and slowly exhales. Roberto takes control of his emotions and locks them away.

  A few moments later he strolls back to his apartment. He opens the door and looks around. He checks for anything unusual. Damn it! He shakes his head in frustration. Okay, I’m on vacation. I’m at home and not on a mission. Damn, I need to relax.

  He walks into his little one bedroom apartment. Everything is organized and clean. The furniture is basic black contemporary with white walls.

  No personal items are around. Only the basics to survive are in the apartment. No photos or decorations are on the wall or on the table.

  He walks into the bedroom and looks around. The bed is pushed up into a corner. The bed is a basic black wooden frame with drawers on the side. It has no space to hide, behind or underneath it. The bed has red silk sheets and a black silk comforter. That’s the only evidence of passion.

  The only other furniture is a black wooden chair. A large screen television is mounted to the wall. Hmmm, everything looks good.

  He takes off the grey t-shirt that’s soaked with sweat. He leans down to take off his boots.

  Yeah, it’s stupid that I jog with my boots, but I have to be able to do it on a mission. I always try to work out on a beach with my boots. It works. I’m able to outrun my team. He laughs, thinking of their amazement.

  He pushes down his shorts, exposing his glorious physique. He walks into the bathroom, flexing every muscle. His beautiful golden tanned skin glows from the exertion.

  Roberto throws the t-shirt and shorts into the bin. He walks into the shower and turns on the water. The strong spray of water cascades down his back.