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Armed Response. Don Pendleton
Читать онлайн.Название Armed Response
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isbn 9781474029087
Автор произведения Don Pendleton
Жанр Морские приключения
Серия Gold Eagle Superbolan
Издательство HarperCollins
Bolan poked his head around the truck, eyeing the village. Had he taken them all out? A barrage of bullets gave him his answer, the rounds hammering into the truck just above him, the headlight and light cluster shattering, the front tire detonating from the sudden release of air pressure. The soldier moved, fast. He rocketed away from the truck, down the alley between the garage and the fourth building, autofire tearing chunks out of the walls as he passed. Sprinting, he tore around the corner, then right, up the next alley. He slowed as he approached the end, dropping to his knees, his AK-47 up and searching.
The remaining terrorist was somewhere on the other side of the street. Where? The man stepped out of a building opposite, eyes fixed on Bolan’s last-known position by the truck, then took off down the street, screaming wildly. Bolan opened fire, stitching the man with a burst of fire. The terrorist staggered a few more steps and fell face forward. Bolan’s rifle locked on empty.
He was regaining his feet when he heard shuffling behind him. Dropping his empty AK-47, the Executioner spun, right hand reaching for his Desert Eagle. He was too late. The apparition behind him, covered in blood, an eye missing from its socket, had already raised a Makarov pistol. The barrel was wavering, the guy unable to hold it straight. Bolan briefly recognized him as the big thug who had emptied the gear bag onto the street. Bolan’s Desert Eagle cleared its holster. He brought the weapon into target acquisition and fired, the .50-caliber round all but decapitating the half-blind man. The corpse fell backward, the pistol falling from nerveless fingers.
That had been close. Bolan reloaded the Desert Eagle and waited, crouching, ready to fire. There was no more movement. All resistance had been neutralized. After several moments he rose to his feet and walked slowly into the street. Death was everywhere. The barracks were on fire; soon it would consume the interior of the building. Bolan moved cautiously toward the garage.
How many men had he killed in the last five minutes? He had no idea, and didn’t bother with a count. Killing was something he would never get used to. His only respite from remorse was knowing that for every enemy he killed at least one innocent life had been saved somewhere. He reached the building without incident. Climbing into the UAZ, he adjusted the seat to fit his six-foot-three frame and inserted the ignition key. The engine turned over once, twice, then fired. Bolan shifted into First and slowly accelerated out of the garage and around the truck. He stopped the vehicle by the ruins of his gear bag and climbed out, leaving the engine running, gearshift in Neutral. Bolan stepped around the corpses of the fallen terrorists and began to retrieve the damaged equipment, not wanting to leave it behind for somebody else to find and then accuse the United States of interference. As he heaved the contents into the back of the jeep, the reserve satellite phone began to buzz. Bolan grabbed it, opening the connection.
“Striker…”
“Get out! Get out now! Run!” Kurtzman yelled.
Bolan dropped the phone to the ground, jumped into the vehicle and threw it into gear. He stamped the accelerator, the driver’s door open, flapping as the vehicle shot away from the village. Behind him, in his rearview mirror, the truck at the end of the village turned into a fireball as the Hellfire missile struck, rendering it only twisted metal. The garage, the burning barracks and several neighboring buildings turned to rubble in a blinding flash. The shock wave shook the UAZ. Bolan fought hard to keep it under control.
The soldier stopped to observe the village when he was sufficiently far away. The buildings that hadn’t collapsed were burning fiercely. Thick smoke rose into the sky from the garage and truck wreckage. He knew that the Yemeni army would be on its way, ready to clean up and take credit for his actions.
It was time to make his way to the rendezvous point, to meet his contact and to get out of Yemen before anybody realized that he was there.
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