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RUDE BUAY … THE UNSTOPPABLE

RUDE BUAY Vol. I

Pronounced: Rude Bwoy

Author John A. Andrews, son of the Caribbean soil, penetrates inside the belly of the drug world. In an environment saturated with corruption, deception, duplicity, deceit, and inequities of all kinds, Andrews conceives a cross Atlantic, greed driven fiasco, embedded within the drug epidemic. Can Jamaican born, DEA "Rude Buay," save his country from the tyranny of the Dragon Drug Cartel?

Release Date: July 4, 2010

ISBN: 9780615384054—Hardcover

ISBN: 9780983141952—Paperback

RUDE BUAY … THE UNSTOPPABLE

The Spanish Edition

CHICO RUDO … EL IMPARABLE

Autor John A. Andrews, hijo de la tierra, caribeña penetra en el vientre del mundo de narcóticos. En un ambiente saturado de la corrupción, el engaño, la duplicidad, y desigualdades de todo tipo, Andrews concibe una cruz atlántica , impulsado a causar el fracaso, de la epidemia del mundo narcótico. ¿Será posible que, el agente estadounidense de DEA, lograría defender a su pais de origen, Jamaica, de la tiranía del Cartel de drogas de Dragón ?

Release Date: April 25, 2011

Translator: Harminder Kaur

ISBN: 9780983141976—Paperback

RUDE BUAY … THE UNSTOPPABLE

The Chinese Edition

Chapter SIX

LATER, AGNES, SHELLY AND DENISE, dressed to the nines, emerge from the ladies room at Montego Bay Airport. Their sensualistic physique grabs attention, as their oversized “rack” giggles. Shelly holds on carefully to that black bag recovered from Axel.

A luscious hottie, exquisitely outfitted, Jamaican style, joins them as they meander through customs all toting duffel bags. A Caucasian business man, travelling in the opposite direction, is distracted by the estrogenic aura. He smashes into a pillar, sending his carry ons flying. Embarrassingly he recovers, but finds himself blanketed by the crowd he obviously attracted.

Hours later, the American Airlines 747 touches down in Miami, Florida. The aircraft comes to a complete stop, but its doors remain closed.

A U.S. Marshall, steps out of the cockpit, and forms a huddle with two flight attendants. Sage Ross, in her late twenties is as sophisticated as they come. Her Ivy League status shows through in her communication skills. Sean Williams, in his late thirties, listens attentively. The Marshall, glances at Agnes, who grabs his attention, in so many different ways. He compartmentalizes his thoughts, and then refocuses.

“She fits the description…conveyed to us by Jamaican police,” states the U.S. Marshall.

“What do we do?” asks Sage.

Meanwhile, Denise seductively applies hot red lipstick. A passenger across the aisle, devours a pack of multi-colored M and M’s.

“Keep the passengers in their seats. Bring in the DEA.”

Sage picks up the microphone. With an air of sophistication, she announces:

“Thanks for flying American Airlines flight 1934. When the aircraft comes to a stop, we ask that you please remain in your seats for further instructions.” Sage enters the cockpit as the aircraft comes to a stop. Passengers panic, in a state of restlessness. Mainly, the four women in question.

The Hottie, sitting behind Denise, reaches inside her pocket book and pulls out an object. She quickly removes the rubberized casing, revealing a “Dillinger.” She shoots at the Marshall. The bullet misses him, hits a passing male flight attendant, who falls on top of several passengers. She shoots again. The agile Marshall moves and the round grazes his shoulder, ricochets and penetrates the plane’s skin. He returns fire and shoots her in the face.

Passengers are screaming, some of them swearing. Denise, Agnes, and Shelly rummage nervously through their carry-on luggage under the seat. They cleverly remove a package each. Unnoticed by everyone else they place their luggage under their seats, behind other luggage. The Marshall, surveying, steps over the dead body in the aisle, then returns to the cockpit area.

Two concerned pilots, now concerned more than ever, remain seated at the controls. Sage dials.

The Marshall, somewhat annoyed with himself, exclaims,

”She’s dead.”

He fetches the phone in-front of the cockpit and dials.

On the desk of DEA Bascombe, a pen phone rings. No one is there. On the office wall is displayed portraits of Jamaica. Agent Bascombe’s name plate stands out amongst the stacks of folders on his desk. The phone continues to ring.

Inside the green room, Bascombe, fetches a cup of coffee, and leaves the green room with the cup of coffee in hand. He accidentally spills some of the drink on his suit and tie. Yet, he pays no attention to the spillage. He’s got a more urgent task - getting to the phone.

He grabs the pen phone that's been ringing un-remittingly.

”Hello, this is agent Randy Bascombe!”

In speaker mode he listens in as he writes with his pen phone.

”Okay. No one gets off that plane! “

He dials on the device.

Agent Desmond Scott, Caucasian, good looking stud, in his mid thirties, aborts the name search on the computer. He picks up the call.

”Scott, this is agent Bascombe. Meet me outside with the black Tahoe, ready to go.”

Scott dashes out.

Bascombe dials again.

Heidi Hudson, Caucasian, in her late twenties, aborts applying her makeup and picks up.

”Agent Hudson, we need you on this...”

She jumps up, checks her gun. Satisfied, she darts out.

Bascombe inspects his tie. He goes to his locker. Opens it. Inside the locker there’s a sports coat that matches his pants. He removes his jacket and tie, hangs them in locker, puts on the sports coat, takes off like a man possessed. He turns door knob to Mendez’s office. The door is locked. Bascombe, dashes out towards the lobby. There, he bumps into Mendez, knocking the box of Kentucky Fried Chicken to the ground. Bascombe, regains his balance. Mendez, picks up the box of KFC.

”Yet another wild goose chase?” he asks.

”This is huge. Dade County Airport.” Responds Randy Bascombe.

”Aren't you supposed to check with me first?” asks Mendez.

Bascombe, glancing at the box of KFC in Jose Mendez's hand, replies.

”Sorry...”

Mendez, focusing on Bascombe, asks:

”Who's the informant?”

Bascombe, reflects, and then replies, “American Airlines. The flight originated in Jamaica.”

Heidi Hudson barges in. She stares inquisitively at Bascombe and Special agent Mendez. She readily arranges her hair into a pony tail.

”Are we going to the Caribbean?” she asks smilingly.

Bascombe, is focused. He addresses Mendez.

“Chief…”

Mendez interrupts him.

”I know. I'll be sending you some needed backup.”

Outside, the Black Tahoe emerges from the parking structure, and stops abruptly. Desmond Scott is at the wheel.

Bascombe, jumps in the front passenger seat. Agent Hudson scurries in the rear seat, and reaches for seat belt.

”So where are we heading?” asks agent Hudson.

The Tahoe takes off. Agent Hudson, accidentally loses her balance.

Bascombe, with a delayed response.

”Dade County Airport!”

”Who’s involved?” she asks.

Bascombe, overwhelmed with her questions.

”Step on it, Scott. One woman, there could be more.”

Meanwhile, inside the aircraft. Shelly, tries to switch another passenger’s bag with hers.

Seth, a flaming guy, catches her in the act.

”Did you just move my bag?” he yells.

”I’m Sorry, it looked like mine.” Shelly remarks.

”Don’t be sorry. Can’t you read? It says SETH!”

”Bitch, I said I’m sorry.” Replies Shelly.

She sits back down clutching on to her carry on.

Seth, not trusting her, gets up and examines his bag. Opening it, he discovers two pieces of silicone, stuffed with small zip-locked packages. Staring at Shelly’s reduced “rack”. Seth erupts,

”Help! This bitch is trying to frame me. You’ve got the wrong man...”

He removes both objects from his bag. Holds them in his hand. Treating them as a personal object, he draws an audience.

”This is a “D” cup.” Seth removes the packages from the silicone.

Meanwhile, the Tahoe pulls up outside the aircraft. Agents, armed, ready to shoot, rush towards aircraft.

Back inside, Shelly removes herself from that seat and sits in an empty seat a few rows back.

The Marshall returning from the cockpit with a log intercedes.

Seth, still obsessed with the fake breast gently lays them on Shelly’s empty seat.

Agents, now on board, huddle with Sage and the Marshall reviewing the passenger’s log. The Marshall points to the three women and to Shelly’s fake breasts on the seat. Hudson eyes the pieces of silicone, perturbed.

Bascombe, commands: “My name is agent Randy Bascombe. Miami Drug Enforcement Agency. Shelly Hall, Denise Gomez and Agnes Richards, you are under arrest for alleged drug possession. Come to the front of the aircraft with your hands on top of your head.”

The women, reluctantly cooperate.

Bascombe, place them in handcuffs. The other agents swarm the aircraft collecting their carryon.

Outside the abandoned aircraft, more Police vehicles converge. As well as a Coroner’s vehicle. The three handcuffed women are pushed inside of a police utility vehicle. The vehicle drives to outside Dade County Prison. The women are escorted inside the prison and booked by Miami police officers.

“Deviant twists, entangled between the thin line of Law and Order”

- Editor, Pernell Marsh