HIDE AND SEEK
Terrorists have hidden a massive bomb in Detroit, but the White House and local police have no idea when and where it’s going to go off. One thing is certain, thousands will die in the explosion unless Mack Bolan can intercept the device before time runs out.
As each lead results in more dead bodies but surprisingly little intel, Bolan is convinced that this is a well-planned venture and that he and the police are mere pawns in the mastermind’s scheme. But that’s about to change. Tired of being led on a wild-goose chase and with the clock counting down, the Executioner is shifting the rules of the game—the hunter is about to become the hunted.
The door crashed to the floor, landing on top of the screaming sentry
Bolan dived through the opening, firing the Desert Eagle as he moved. His comm unit was going crazy, with the FBI teams talking over each other. The four terrorists in the middle of the warehouse had armed themselves and were shooting wildly at the shadows around them.
Bolan ran for the only cover there was—a shadowed nook beneath the stairs leading to the catwalk. He took aim at the man closest to the bomb and dropped him with a well-placed round in the hip. The remaining terrorists didn’t know where to focus their fire, and all three ran in opposite directions.
An FBI agent came through the broken doorway where Bolan had entered, and swiftly put two rounds into the chest of the man running toward him. That left two men on the floor and one on the catwalk.
Bolan scanned the metal walkway above him and spotted his target trying to pry open the window. The Executioner stealthily moved up the stairs, even as he heard the other two assailants go down in a hail of gunfire at the back of the building.
In his earpiece, the lead FBI agent said, “Stand down, everyone.” Bolan ignored the command as he crept up behind the man frantically trying to escape through the too-small window. Bolan was just a few feet behind him when the man’s senses must have told him someone was there.
The terrorist whipped around, pulling a 9 mm from his waistband. The Executioner gunned him down without hesitation, the echoes from his shot loud in the relative silence of the warehouse. “Now everyone can stand down.”
Lethal Diversion
Don Pendleton
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Dylan Garrett for his contribution to this work.
’Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
Hamlet
The devil isn’t hiding in some dark corner of the universe. He is right here on earth, burrowing into the hearts of evil men, thriving on their heinous acts. The devil is all too real—and I am his greatest threat.
—Mack Bolan
The Mack Bolan Legend
Nothing less than a war could have fashioned the destiny of the man called Mack Bolan. Bolan earned the Executioner title in the jungle hell of Vietnam.
But this soldier also wore another name—Sergeant Mercy. He was so tagged because of the compassion he showed to wounded comrades-in-arms and Vietnamese civilians.
Mack Bolan’s second tour of duty ended prematurely when he was given emergency leave to return home and bury his family, victims of the Mob. Then he declared a one-man war against the Mafia.
He confronted the Families head-on from coast to coast, and soon a hope of victory began to appear. But Bolan had broken society’s every rule. That same society started gunning for this elusive warrior—to no avail.
So Bolan was offered amnesty to work within the system against terrorism. This time, as an employee of Uncle Sam, Bolan became Colonel John Phoenix. With a com-mand center at Stony Man Farm in Virginia, he and his new allies—Able Team and Phoenix Force—waged
relentless war on a new adversary: the KGB.
But when his one true love, April Rose, died at the hands of the Soviet terror machine, Bolan severed all ties with
Establishment authority.
Now, after a lengthy lone-wolf struggle and much soul-searching, the Executioner has agreed to enter an “arm’s-length” alliance with his government once more, reserving the right to pursue personal missions in his Everlasting War.
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“’Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.”
—William Shakespeare
“’Tis the night—the