Mountain Rampage by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton [Pendleton, Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Action & Adventure, Men's Adventure, Terrorists, Rocky Mountains, Bolan; Mack (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780373610549
Publisher: Worldwide
Published: 1983-08-14T22:00:00+00:00

8

THE OVERHEAD LIGHT SHONE with a glow that gave the white interior of the small room the appearance of hospital-like sterility. Except for a stool, the room's only furniture consisted of a pair of narrow cots pressed against opposite walls.

She sat on the cot farthest from the room's locked door. Her slim legs, bare except for cut-off jean shorts and ragged sneakers, were pulled up toward her chin. The girl's worn T-shirt bore the slogan "Another Fine California Pair" and featured the picture of two large pears, each atop one of her breasts.

Her flawless skin was shining from her recent scrubbing in the tiny basin of water that she was given daily. Her brown eyes regarded her new cellmate with compassion.

"I'm Kathy O'Connor," she said. "Did you just arrive?"

"I'm Elsa Moore and I arrived yesterday.

Before that I resided at the Kellington Home for the Aged in Denver." The elderly woman's voice was firm, a contrast to her obviously frail body.

"I'm glad to have some company," Kathy admitted, quickly adding, "but not happy they brought you here."

"And just exactly where is here?"

"We're somewhere in the mountains. They got me in Denver, too. The van was enclosed, so I didn't see a thing. But I listened to traffic sounds and later to the driver gearing down, and I'm sure we're in the mountains maybe fifty miles or so from Denver."

Elsa Moore agreed. She had already undergone some dawning of the truth of her mysterious transfer. For the better part of an hour the two talked quietly.

Kathy twice left her cot's minimal comfort to pour water from her carefully rationed supply so that the elderly woman could moisten her dry lips and parched throat. Several times their conversation stopped in mid-sentence as the sound of booted feet came to them through the space beneath the door. Each time the footsteps either halted before reaching their holding room or went past. And each time Kathy exhaled the breath she held, unaware that she did so.

"And who are these people, these kidnappers?" Elsa asked at last.

"They wear some sort of army uniforms. At least the guards do. The man in charge is called Kurt Holbein." Kathy's lips pulled into a grimace as she spoke the name. "Raul Hernandez is in charge of the guards." She hesitated, then remained silent.

The old woman peered at the attractive young girl and waited, her bright eyes missing nothing. Finally Elsa Moore broke the silence.

"Tell me about the one you really fear, Kathy."

The girl's head came up, taking her chin from her knees. She regarded the old woman with frank curiosity.

"What are you, Mrs. Moore, some kind of mind reader?"

The old woman's chuckle gave no evidence of concern for self or future. "Kathy, I'm eighty-two years old. If a person hasn't learned something about human nature in that time, then she hasn't paid much attention to what was going on around her all those years."

After glancing at the door as though the dreaded person might materialize there, Kathy said, "Her name is Lavinia.

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