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Things go awry from the moment Staff Sergeant Mickey O'Quinn arrives in Qatar. SSG O'Quinn, the brawling mixed martial arts fighter from the 4th Infantry Division, finds himself going from rescuing a frightened young American woman to landing in the middle of the toughest and deadliest underground MMA bout of his life. Will O'Quinn win the fight and the girl? Or has he finally taken on too much?This is the second in THE O'QUINN FIGHTS series.

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Publié par	Untreed Reads
Date de parution	20 septembre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781611871579
Langue	English

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The O’Quinn Fights: Foul Fight with a Pit Viper
By Robert Evans

Copyright 2011 by Robert Evans
Cover Copyright 2011 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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The O’Quinn Fights
Foul Fight with a Pit Viper
By Robert Evans
The first ugly puss I recognized upon walking into the hanger at Qatar was Billy Mosby, the craziest solider in the whole Middle East. He had more schemes to make a fortune than a Private had excuses, and southern charisma that kept his head from being lopped off by both terrorists and allies.
“Sergeant O’Quinn,” he said as he dumped his gear and ambled over in his slow curious way, “I knew this was gonna be a great trip when I stepped off the plane.”
“Don’t start with me,” I said, in an attempt to protect my hard-earned money from his questionable schemes. “I came here for one purpose, and that is to relax. That’s why this is called R and R. So don’t try to sell me on one of your get-rich ideas. I have no desire to sell plastic storage containers to the locals.”
Billy started laughing. “You heard about that did you? Man, those locals ate that stuff up; they were buying it left and right.”
“Then why are you still here, and not sitting on the beach in Hawaii?”
“The Base Commander thought I was using my stature as a soldier to unduly influence and intimidate the local citizens. He was afraid I was forcing them to purchase the products I was peddling. Of all the nerve,” said Billy with true sadness and distress dripping about the edges of his voice. “I would never use my position in any way for personal gain whatsoever. Incensed I say, incensed over the unfair accusations. He was just jealous of the money I was making during my off-duty hours and wanted in on the deal.”
“Just so we’re clear with one another, I’m going to have a few beers, sit around the pool, and go shopping at the gold souq,” I said, my feet tingling at the thought of soaking beside the pool.
My brief escape was crushed and I knew I said something I shouldn’t have when I mentioned shopping at the local market, hereabouts called a souq, because that is when Billy’s eyes lit up like tracers on a moonless night.
“My friend Sergeant O’Quinn, we are brothers of battle, we have had our scraps in the desert fighting a dangerous enemy and I would not use the brotherly bond we share to put you into a situation where you felt I was taking advantage of that friendship.”
I had the uncontrollable desire to feel for my wallet and run with every ounce of energy as far from Billy Mosby as I could. And I have never run away from anything in my life. Next time I’ll listen to that little voice.
“Fair enough,” I said.
Someone at the counter shouted that he was going to town and the gold souq.
“There’s our ride to the souq, put on your civvies, Sergeant, and let’s go,” said Billy as he slapped a heavy hand on my back and shuffled me toward the bathroom.
We doffed our uniforms and donned our civvies. After stashing our bags with the soldier at the counter we jumped in the car with one guy driving and two others looking to see what the city of Qatar had to offer an American soldier.
A short drive later and we were walking into one of the most spectacular displays of gold I have ever seen in my life.