Desert Impact by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2014-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

After watching Tony drive off, Bolan and Merice headed for the car rental company a few blocks away. “What’s wrong with my truck?” she asked.

“It stands out like a sore thumb,” Bolan said. “But mostly, we’re going to need to split up at some point, so it’s best to have two vehicles.”

They picked up a nondescript Mercury sedan, then Bolan gave Merice instructions to enter the base and watch the warehouse. If Kingston left by himself, she was to follow him and get in touch by radio if she needed help. If he left with someone else, she’d find Bolan outside the gate, and they’d adjust the plan.

There was no need for Bolan himself to reenter Fort Huachuca. Instead, he simply parked his vehicle in the hotel lot across the street and waited. The gate logs showed that Hansen, Kingston’s assistant, came and went though the main gate, and it was nearing the end of the day.

Bolan didn’t want to confront Hansen on post; he wanted to do it somewhere much more private. Brognola felt that Hansen was the most likely culprit, and Bolan agreed—the man had access to the altered bills of lading and inventory files. Their plan was basic enough: Brognola let word trickle down that someone in Kingston’s warehouse was moving weapons illegally and making backdoor deals. Hansen would hear about it, and he’d be nervous. Nervous enough, Bolan hoped, that he’d make a mistake—or at least be more willing to cooperate when they had their chat.

Bolan watched the main gate and sure enough, at 4:30—a full half-hour before he usually left— Hansen drove out and turned north on Highway 90. He was driving a dark blue Ford Taurus that had seen better days. If he was involved in the weapons smuggling, he certainly wasn’t spending his money on his car. Bolan pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway, giving his target plenty of room. This was no time to get into a car chase; Bolan wanted to see where he went to ground.

Hansen stayed the course for a solid fifteen minutes. He slowed down at a wide spot in the road called Huachuca City, and on its northern outskirts, he turned right. Realizing he was entering a small trailer park, Bolan slowed even more. Roads tended to be narrow and short in trailer parks, and it wouldn’t do to be seen. No other roads were in sight, so Hansen would be parked somewhere inside.

Bolan waited ten minutes, then pulled into the trailer park. It was only four streets wide, with a handful of old, single-wide trailers. Most of them had been bleached white or gray by the desert sun. The Taurus was parked at the end of the street farthest from the entrance. Pleased by the convenience of the location, Bolan stopped two trailers away and shut off the engine.

Stepping into the evening, Bolan strolled down the street. There were no signs of children in the area, and by the

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