Justice Run by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2014-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Bolan walked past the front door of the abandoned gym. From the corner of his eye, he took in the double doors. The paint had begun peeling back years ago and the exposed metal had rusted. A length of chain was wound tightly around the handles and held in place by a padlock the size of the soldier’s fist. The chain and lock glinted in the sunlight.

“The chain looks new,” Rodriguez said.

Bolan, who’d been thinking the same thing, nodded.

“We won’t go in that way,” he said.

“We could cut it off.”

“And draw lots of attention.”

She cast a quick look around at the steady stream of cars and passersby and nodded in agreement. They reached the corner of the building, turned and continued walking along its perimeter.

The building ate up about half the block. Boards covered the first-story windows. From what Bolan could tell, they’d been nailed on years ago, the planks now weather-beaten or covered by graffiti. If they could find a window out of public view, they could rip away the boards and make their way inside, but Bolan preferred to find a door. Aaron “the Bear” Kurtzman had laid out the basic story over the phone.

The two-story building had once housed a boxing gym. When the gym’s owner had died, the place had fallen into foreclosure and disrepair. A hot-shot Phoenix developer and self-proclaimed knight in shining armor had purchased it with a grand plan to transform the eyesore into loft condos. The recession had put a knife in the heart of that idea. The building had sat empty for a few more years until a company called New Dawn snatched it up for a bargain price.

Once Kurtzman unwound all the other shell companies behind New Dawn, he’d found the trail led straight to a German named Reinhard Vogelsgang, who also happened to own a large interest in the shipping company that had been moving weapons from Dumond and shipping them to the U.S.

When Bolan and Rodriguez moved around the rear of the building, they found a single door, as well as a truck bay.

Bolan tried to memorize as many details as he could while continuing to circle the structure. Before they went in, he wanted to know the location of all the exits, possible escape routes and the size of the opposition forces.

He and Rodriguez wore street clothes. He had on jeans, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. A button-up shirt covered the Beretta and the Desert Eagle, and he was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.

The lady Fed also wore a T-shirt and jeans, all of which accentuated her curves to a point Bolan found pleasantly distracting. Since leaving Europe she’d altered her appearance by cutting her hair and dying it blond. Her hand was out of sight in her shoulder bag, and Bolan guessed she was gripping the micro-Uzi stowed in the bag.

They returned to the rental car, which was parked a couple of blocks away. Bolan opened the trunk, unzipped the large duffel bag stowed there and made a final inventory of the weapons.

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