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Rolling Thunder. Don Pendleton
Читать онлайн.Название Rolling Thunder
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isbn 9781474023634
Автор произведения Don Pendleton
Жанр Морские приключения
Серия Gold Eagle Stonyman
Издательство HarperCollins
Wethers and Tokaido stood by watching as Carmen read through Encizo’s e-mail. “Actually, David’s in the best shape of them all, at least physically,” she reported. “He’s got a mild concussion and needed some scalp stitches where he struck his head. They’ll be giving him a CAT scan soon so they can come up with some kind of prognosis on his amnesia.”
“Hopefully it’ll be only short-term,” Wethers said. “That’s usually the case in situations like this.”
“That’s what we’re banking on,” Delahunt said. “As for Calvin, he’s still in surgery. A field medic managed to stop the bleeding from his gunshot wounds, but they’re going back in for one of the bullets because it’s positioned too close to one of his arteries.”
“But he’s going to pull through, yes?” Wethers asked.
Delahunt skimmed through the rest of Encizo’s note, then said, “Rafe says it’s touch and go. The surgeons told him it was a miracle they were able to bring Cal in alive, given all the blood he’d lost. He got a couple units from two of the guys in that commando outfit that flew in with David and Gary.”
“And Gary? How’s he?”
Delahunt shook her head. “Partial tear in his right hamstring, and a strain in the left. That plus he pulled the muscles in his lower back. He can barely move.
“And with Rafe, the knife nicked a tendon and sliced into his right deltoid. He’ll be in a sling and full-arm cast for at least a few weeks.”
“Bottom line,” Tokaido interjected, “is that they’re all out of commission except for T.J.”
“This is quite a blow,” Wethers said. “First we lose two guys from Able Team, and now this.”
“I know,” Delahunt concurred. “And what’s really upsetting is that it looks like this was just a wild-goose chase.”
“Not entirely,” Tokaido reminded her. “I mean, we did manage to take out an BLM cell that was trying to set up a base in the mountains there.”
“Maybe so,” Delahunt conceded, “but if you ask me, I think the Basques deliberately tried to make it look like they were carting those stolen missiles.”
“Diversionary ploy?” Wethers queried.
“Exactly,” Delahunt replied. “Look at all the manpower that went into that mission. Not just on our part, but Spain, too. With everybody focused on those mountains, it gave the BLM a better chance to smuggle the missiles out of the area. Not to mention this supertank.”
“The needles have left the haystack, you’re saying,” Wethers replied.
“That would be my guess,” Delahunt said. “And the more time that passes without us finding them, the wider the search area’s going to get.”
“And on our part, we’re down to Pol and T.J.,” Tokaido said. “And Pol’s not even expected to reach Spain for another few hours. The trail’s just going to get colder.”
“Fortunately, it’s not up to just us,” Delahunt reminded Tokaido. “The Spanish are pouring as many resources into this whole thing as they can, and they’re getting help from the French and NATO, too.”
“Yeah, but they’re not as good as us,” Tokaido said. “You’re talking boys going out to do a man’s job.”
Delahunt managed a smile. “Do I detect a little home-team prejudice?”
Tokaido grinned back. “Hey, if you can’t root for the home team, what good are you?”
Wethers was in no mood for comic relief. He glanced across the room at one of the monitors depicting a sat-link photo of the mountainous terrain that stretched between Bilbao and Barcelona. He asked the others, “What have Hal and Barbara had to say about all this?”
“The chief’s back in Washington conferring with the Joint Chiefs of Staff,” Delahunt responded. “Barbara’s back at the main house. She said she was going to go over the backgrounds on some of the blacksuits and see if we can patch together a backup team to send over.”
“Won’t be the same,” Tokaido said. “There’s no replacing the guys in Phoenix Force or Able Team.”
The cybercrew was interrupted as the door behind them opened a second time. This time, it was a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man who strode purposefully into the room. His face was pale and his forehead glistened with sweat.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he told Tokaido.
“Carl?” Delahunt called out, startled to see the Able Team leader up and on his feet. “What are you doing here?”
Carl Lyons snapped a salute and flashed a menacing grin. “Reporting for duty, what else?”
“You’ve got the flu, for God’s sake,” Delahunt protested. “Look at you, you’re sweating like you just came out of a steam bath.”
“Flu schmoo,” Lyons snarled. “I just got done talking with Barbara. We’ve got work to do, so quit gawking and track me down a jet so I can get my ass to Spain, pronto.”
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