Stealth Assassin. Don Pendleton

medical, three journalists. They’re threatening to start beheading the hostages on camera again. Time is of the essence. As always, you guys don’t have to go, but you’re the best, as well as the closest. Plus, you’ve got a team already with you.”

      “A partial team,” Bolan said. “They’re pretty worn out from just getting off a mission. And we’re a man down.”

      Brognola’s face took on a pained expression. “Yeah, I know, but the nearest SEAL team’s tied up on a mission of their own in Afghanistan.”

      “Does the Agency have anybody in place?” Bolan asked.

      “They’ve got an intel team on the ground there, but they’re strictly monitoring things with some drones.”

      “A fat lot of good those damn things will do,” Grimaldi said.

      “Let me see if I can get you some more support,” Brognola said. Then his face twisted with an inquisitive expression. “That is, if you’re in.”

      Bolan shot a quick glance at Grimaldi, then said, “I can’t speak for the others, but Jack and I are.”

      Grimaldi snorted. “I’m glad you told me.”

      The big Fed exhaled loudly. “Good. Transport’s already on the way to your location.”

      “You were pretty sure of yourself,” Bolan said, allowing himself a rare smile.

      Brognola replied with a nod and a wink before the screen went blank.