KGB TRUCKER by John Iwaniec aka taxigringo

INCOMING FIRE HAS THE RIGHT OF WAY
The fat, balding, middle-aged man was deceptively agile and fast. In his carry on shaving kit was a ceramic 22 caliber pistol disguised as tube of tooth paste. Two suicide pills in the guise of Tylenol caplets were tucked in his shirt pocket. They required a hard bite to release a fast acting nerve toxin in a vector of DMSO. In short, John was not the truck driver that his cover indicated but the top operative of the secret KnitGreenBerets. A San Antonio Spurs cap and a pale green polo shirt identified him to his contacts.

John was not a likeable person but definitely the kind of man you wanted around when things went bad. Things were about to go very bad on the Boeing 767 on route to Romania.

Something had his hackles up, and when two swarthy, mid-eastern men attacked the flight marshal John was already in motion.

"Watch out!", Dave screamed. "You almost hit that Peterbilt. What the **** are you doing?"

John hit the brake and swerved just in time to avoid a collision.

His team driver let out a sigh. "You gotta quit daydreaming. Take a couple of Tylenol and let me drive this truck for awhile."