Doom Prophecy by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

General Kimal Kumar stood on his balcony, hands clasped behind his back. He watched the roiling column of smoke rising from where his motor pool stood. A fresh wave of queasiness washed over him. Just one more in the insatiable torrent of nauseous moods that had afflicted the portly Kenyan warlord since AJAX sent the foul “vampire” lord Algul to be his ally in Africa. If it wasn’t the tragic miscalculation of the forces sent to assist the joint international terrorism task force and the ensuing losses in that action, then it was watching Algul’s dining habits.

Now, seeing his home base ravaged by detonations, his blood washed like ice water through his chest.

At least he was free of that psychotic, blue-eyed devil. Whoever he was, he was far away.

Just in time to escape this current nightmare, Kumar thought. Bastard.

At least one truck from the devastated motor pool had shown up, and the guards let them through. If the others were undamaged, they’d be ferrying supplies to the loading docks in the fort in no time.

That queasiness still hung on, clinging like a tentacled thing, squeezing his stomach with ugly purple pseudopods that crushed his hunger, his desire to rest, even his ability to concentrate. Kumar rested his hand on the butt of the Norinco SIG-Sauer P-228 clone in its holster. Something was wrong. He turned and placed his hand on the intercom unit on his desk.

“Jaqua,” he said. “Jacqua, raise the alert to red.”

There was no crackle on the other end, no answer. He pressed the button again. Sometimes the electronics were compromised by the humidity. It would take a couple of presses to get the thing to work.

“Jaqua,” Kumar repeated. “Jaqua?”

His brow furrowed. He could hear the faint whine of the connection, empty feedback on the other end of the line. Kumar chewed his lower lip, fingers wrapping around the handle of his pistol.

“Jaqua?” Kumar called out. Even as he spoke the name, praying that his aide would answer him, his instincts warned him that something was wrong. A hard thud shook the door, and as soon as it swung open under the impact, the Kenyan general threw himself to the floor, pistol up. Kumar’s Norinco punched out 9 mm rounds. The first two slammed into his desk before he hit the floor.

“Bugger!” David McCarter cursed as the handgun fire smashed into the filing cabinet to his right. As he dived to one side, he sprayed a burst of silenced 5.7 mm rounds through the desk.

General Kumar screamed in agony as the Phoenix Force leader’s bullets tore through the front panel and crashed into his legs. One kneecap exploded with a center hit, his other thigh pierced in three places by the bullets. The Kenyan thrashed, his handgun toppling from his grasp and clattering to the floor. Whimpering, he folded, clutched his ruined limbs.

“My legs!” Kumar babbled in Ziswahili.

McCarter lunged into view, aiming the muzzle of his P-90 at the wounded Shining Warrior Path commander.

“Give up!” the Briton ordered.

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