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Diplomacy Directive. Don Pendleton
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isbn 9781472086174
Автор произведения Don Pendleton
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Издательство HarperCollins
Not that he had a choice.
The soldier followed the man into the room, which actually turned out to be a very large office, and closed the door behind them. Against a far wall, a man sat busily typing at a computer keyboard, his lithe body wedged between the massive desk and credenza. The guy barely looked up from whatever held his attention on the computer screen and mumbled something about leaving whatever it was he’d been expecting on his desk.
Bolan cleared his throat and the man looked in their direction, an expression of surprise melting the stony sculpture of his features.
“Leave your hands where I can see them,” Bolan ordered. He followed the command with the jab of the muzzle into the guard’s back, prodding him in the direction of the sofa. He returned his attention to the guy behind the desk. “You running this operation?”
At first the guy didn’t make a response and Bolan began to wonder if he spoke English. Finally, he replied, “Yes.”
The Executioner thought he detected a slight Southern accent in the man’s voice, but other than that this one didn’t possess any striking features. Something about him didn’t seem quite right, but Bolan couldn’t exactly put his finger on what it was. Maybe the way he held himself or the look in his eyes or just a simple calm with which he carried himself. Whatever the case, it seemed plainly obvious that barring his initial surprise, he didn’t seem overly concerned. Bolan detected the unusual way in which the man sized them up.
“It would seem,” the man said as he was careful to keep his hands in view, “that you are under the mistaken impression you have us at a disadvantage.”
“You mean I don’t?” Bolan quipped. He waved the MP-5 K. “Seems to me this gives me the advantage.”
“Don’t believe for a moment that brandishing a weapon necessarily puts you in a position of authority, neither does it grant you automatic consideration. In fact, I’ve had a weapon pointed at me many times before…and yet here I am, still alive.”
“I’m not really interested in killing you,” Bolan replied. “If that were the case you’d be dead already. The only thing I’m here for is information, and if you give it to me, then I’ll leave here and nobody else needs to die.”
“You’re saying you’ve already taken the life of one of my men?”
“Two men. And only because they left me no choice.”
“That is unfortunate,” the man replied.
“And why’s that?”
“Because you will not leave here alive.”
“Who are you exactly and why are you here?”
“You don’t think after admitting to killing two of my men that I’m going to answer any of your questions. If you do, you are crazier than I anticipated.”
Bolan considered the statement a moment before replying. “It sounds like you were expecting me.”
The man inclined his head slightly. “Very perceptive.”
“An educated guess,” Bolan said with a smile that lacked any warmth. “But the joke’s on you, since I had already considered the possibility this was nothing more than a trap. You see, I came prepared for a fight.”
As if on cue, the door burst open and a fresh torrent of gunmen—about a half dozen all told—fanned out and trained an assortment of machine pistols on the Executioner’s position.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bolan dropped and rolled behind the desk, which provided cover while also putting hesitancy in the minds of his enemies—they couldn’t open up on him without running the risk of hitting their boss. The door guard was actually the first one to make a move, something that Bolan had anticipated might happen if they had planned to ambush him from the start. The guy clawed for hardware beneath his jacket, but Bolan didn’t give him an opportunity to bring the weapon to bear. The soldier triggered a short burst from the MP-5 K that stitched the gunman from crotch to sternum. The man’s weapon flew from his fingers and he slammed onto the leather couch.
Two more gunners came around in a flanking maneuver, but Bolan easily neutralized them with a near vertical sweep of the subgun’s muzzle in minute lead of their movements. The first gunman took multiple slugs to the hip, the impact spinning him into the nearby bookshelf. The second gunner caught three rounds across the chest diagonally and was dead before his body hit the floor.
Bolan rolled out of his position at that point and rose to one knee.
The remaining three gunmen tried to react to this sudden shift in position, but they were unprepared for such a bold move by the enemy. As Bolan fired a salvo in their direction, causing them to scatter, he used his other hand to draw the Beretta 93-R from shoulder leather as backup for his chattering machine pistol. One of the enemy gunners foolishly dived directly into the Executioner’s line of fire. He died even as he landed prone on the floor, the bullets cutting through his shoulder, ribs and hip. The man’s body twitched in death throes as Bolan took the next gunman with a double-tap to the stomach courtesy of the Beretta.
With more than half their force neutralized, Bolan figured the remaining two would either surrender or turn tail and run. What he didn’t expect was the sudden, sharp sensation in the right side of his neck that felt similar to a bee sting. He didn’t let it distract him as he held the MP-5 K on the remaining gunner and the Beretta on the man who still remained seated and motionless behind his desk. To Bolan’s surprise, the guy still sat there with an almost serene expression and studied him with a level gaze.
Bolan rose to his feet. “Now, where were we?”
“I know it may seem from your perspective right at this moment you are in control,” the man at the desk said. “But in reality you were never in control of this situation. You have done exactly as Miguel Veda predicted you would. Including the acquisition of information from a worthless, drunken, whore-mongering idiot.”
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