War Everlasting. Don Pendleton

      “Apparently not twelve hours after our operation against the cutter, a man showed up at the main station. His flight was last minute, unannounced and not a regular scheduled courier or freight hauler. Naturally, Haglemann was suspicious and ordered his men at the airport on Unalaska to check it out.”

      “Ultimately, there was a conflict, and Haglemann’s men got their collective asses handed to them,” Vizhgail added.

      Tokov frowned and locked eyes with Moscovich. “That sounds almost like—”

      “Yes,” Moscovich cut in. “That was my thinking, as well.”

      “Could it be a coincidence?”

      “I don’t know,” Moscovich said. “But it moves up the timetable, regardless. Haglemann won’t be able to keep this newcomer out for long. Eventually someone will come to Adak and begin asking questions, and that will inevitably lead them to us. We have to move before that happens.”

      “But the sub is still a month or better out.”

      “We’re going to have to ask for it to come sooner, then.”

      Moscovich turned to Vizhgail. “Alexei, make contact with them and take care of it.”

      When Vizhgail left them, Tokov guided Moscovich out of earshot of the technicians and guards. “I would assume if this is who we think it is, you don’t plan to let him leave alive.”

      Moscovich put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, my brother. I would move Mount Cerberus if it meant I could have the pleasure of dispatching this man. We will find him and eliminate him if that fool Haglemann cannot. I swear it on my last breath.”

      * * *

      AFTER BOLAN LEFT Corsack’s house, he returned to the plane where Jack Grimaldi waited for him. The pilot could see from the grim look on Bolan’s face that things hadn’t gone well.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “A lot,” Bolan replied. “If my suspicions are correct.”

      “Doesn’t sound good.”

      “It’s not. Do you remember the mission I took a few years ago in Boston? The one that led to that terrorist operation against the banking system?”

      Grimaldi frowned as he pondered the reference. He scratched his neck and finally replied, “Yeah, I think so. Wasn’t that when the Russian Business Network tried to use one of their computer hackers to develop a system that would run amok inside the framework right there on Wall Street?”

      “One and the same,” Bolan said. “And I have a feeling it’s the RBN behind this current situation.”

      “What? How’s that possible?” Grimaldi looked skeptical. “I mean come on, Sarge, I trust you all the way. But don’t you think that’s a bit of a stretch? I don’t see how the RBN could have the resources to pull off something like this, never mind a motive.”

      “The motive’s unimportant. And the evidence the RBN’s behind this is overwhelming.” Bolan told Grimaldi the story of his encounter, leaving out none of the details. He concluded his narrative by saying, “The RBN may not have the resources alone to do something like this, but you can bet they would if they’re manipulating Davis Haglemann in some way. The guy’s practically established his own empire on Adak, and he’s done it right under the nose of the US government.”

      “And you think the RBN’s been keeping it quiet in exchange for...?”

      “A port free of customs inquiries,” Bolan said. “They can come and go as they like on Adak as long as Haglemann’s in charge. And meanwhile all the traffic looks legit, so nobody asks any questions. He’s paying the top brass big money to keep quiet.”

      “So he gets rich and the RBN gets what?”

      “That’s the answer we don’t have,” Bolan said. “Yet.”

      “Okay, let’s assume you’re right. What’s the plan?”

      “Corsack was able to give me the lowdown on information relative to a private club Haglemann runs here. I’m going to poke the bear and see what happens.”

      Grimaldi chuckled. “Poke the bear—no pun intended, of course.”

      “Of course,” the Executioner replied.