Fission Fury by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton [Pendleton, Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Action & Adventure, Men's Adventure, Adventure Stories, Mack (Fictitious character), Bolan
ISBN: 9780373642144
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Goodreads: 4339300
Publisher: Gold Eagle
Published: 1996-09-18T00:00:00+00:00

The ear-shattering explosion tore branches and leaves from nearby trees and proved to be deadly for the enemy forces. Gathering his equipment, Bolan moved cautiously forward.

Two gunmen were dead. One was headless, and the other was riddled with pieces of shrapnel.

The Executioner heard groans from behind one of the trees. A large, stocky hardman lay in the bushes, trying to hold his ruined midsection together.

Bolan knelt beside him. "Where is Donielev?" "I don't know," the hardman gasped. "Stop the pain. Please stop the pain." "Where are the scientists?" "They left today." "To go where?" "Azer... azerbai..." "Azerbaijan?" "Yes." The man was on the verge of unconsciousness. "When is Donielev joining them?" "I don't know. American... took.

them." Max Haverford? "What American?" "Please stop the pain!" "What American?" Bolan repeated. But the mafia hardman was past hearing.

In the distance the Executioner could hear the terrified calls of the surviving gunners as they realized many of their comrades were dead or missing. Sounds of their flight through the brush were clearly audible.

"Come back here, you cowards," said a voice that Bolan had heard shouting orders earlier.

In response he heard several car engines starting. Cars burned rubber in their drivers' haste to escape the scene of death. There was one more response. From Bolan. "Are you too afraid to stay and fight?" he challenged.

Bolan emerged from the woods and saw the ex-KGB general hiding behind his Mercedes.

"I know you, American. I've read a file on you. You are the one they used to call Mack Bolan, the Executioner, the insane assassin from the United States. You're supposed to be dead." "Now it's your turn to die," Bolan replied.

"Unless you tell me where to find the missing professors." "You first," Donielev yelled as he stepped from behind his car, firing the Skorpion submachine gun in his hands until it was empty.

Donielev dropped behind the small sports car to reload.

But the soldier was no longer in that position.

battle-seasoned, he knew better than to give the enemy a clear target. He had jumped to the right and had focused the Uzi on where the former KGB officer had stood.

"I have a gift for you," Donielev yelled.

The Executioner didn't reply.

"Look at what I found trying to kill me," Donielev shouted, and stood, holding a hostage in front of him.

Irina Tolstoy was struggling to free herself from a neck grip.

Donielev laughed almost hysterically. She thought she could sneak up on someone with my experience and kill me from behind. Now she dies." "What kind of deal do you want?" "I want the money." The Executioner hoped he'd understood the between-the-lines message from Brognola. "When you release the woman." Donielev thought, then whistled loudly. A pair of hardmen started to emerge from the wooded area.

"Wait there," the ex-KGB general ordered.

The men stopped.

"Where is the money?" "Nearby, in a van," Bolan replied.

"Okay. I drive the Mercedes. These two men get the van and drive it. When I get in, I will let the woman go." Bolan knew the gang leader was lying.

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