Armed Resistance. Don Pendleton

of professionals. Lyons noted this and filed it away. The enemy had been trained well, something the Able Team warriors had agreed upon following their first encounter at Camp Shelby. The questions they’d directed to the one in custody had revealed nothing. Their prisoner had been resolute, silent, unwilling to share information of any kind. Lyons had proposed applying more direct methods of information extraction, but being he was under the protective custody of military police they didn’t think it wise to deviate from standard operating procedures.

       Able Team had enough problems without adding “torture” to the equation.

       Even a search by Stony Man hadn’t pulled anything up on their prisoner, and that had Lyons on edge. Obviously they were dealing with some sort of black-ops unit, which didn’t concern him nearly as much as the fact they had managed to implement such an operation inside the United States undetected. Since 9/11, the FBI, in concert with other units attached to Homeland Security, had done a crack job in detecting these types of threats and neutralizing them before they became a problem. They had apparently missed the boat this time. That was okay; a situation like this was exactly why the special operations group at Stony Man Farm existed. Lyons and the rest prided themselves on doing the job nobody else could do, faith that had been placed in them by Brognola and the rest, and Lyons had never questioned their reasons for existing. Of course, they had a consummate role model in the hardened and relentless personage of Mack Bolan.

       Lyons scratched his chin and watched with interest as the enemy unit moved out of view. “Okay, we’ve waited long enough.” He turned to Blancanales. “You stay here and be ready if they try to bolt. Gadgets and I will take out the wheelman first. Let’s see what taking away their mobility will do.”

       “Roger that,” Blancanales said.

       “Here.” Schwarz passed an AA-12 shotgun to Lyons from the backseat as the Able Team leader double-checked his Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum revolver before holstering it in shoulder rigging.

       Lyons took the weapon and quickly inspected it in the dim light, the weapon forestock gleaming with a light coat of fresh oil. Originally designed as the Atchisson Assault Shotgun, the manufacturing patent of this newer model had been turned over to Military Police Systems, Inc. It included an 8-shell box magazine—also capable of sporting a high-capacity drum magazine for vehicle mounting—with a cyclic rate of 300 rounds per minute. The model had been modified by Stony Man’s elite armorer, John “Cowboy” Kissinger, with a 12.6-inch barrel, nearly a half inch shy of the military-grade version. The shells were a preferred mix of No. 12 lead and double-0. The weapon also sported antipersonnel capabilities by chambering a special Frag-12 round stabilized by a 19 mm fin that distributed fragmentation using a small charge of RDX explosive.