Nightmare Army by Don Pendleton

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

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

At the back of the Range Rover, Bolan and Sevan both watched the fire drive the crazies away.

“Looks like we’re not the only normal people left here,” Bolan said.

“Yes...where do you think it’s coming from?” Sevan asked.

A blur of motion caught Bolan’s eye and he looked behind them to see another burst of flame sprout at the front of the SUV, sending a cluster of villagers dancing away as the flames caught them. “I think they’re being dropped from the building right next to us.”

“The hotel?” Sevan glanced out the driver’s window at the two-story building next to them. “Makes sense. Some of the guests must still be okay. At least, okay enough to try and help us.”

“Right.” Bolan looked around. Most of the villagers were gone, driven away from the pools of guttering fire around three sides of the vehicle. But there were still a half dozen on top, hammering at the glass and shouting their rage at being denied what was inside. Bolan glanced toward the back of the Rover, which was mostly clear. “If they could get these guys—” he pointed up “—off the roof, we’d have a shot at getting inside.”

As if the incendiary-thrower had heard his request, another flaming bottle crashed onto the top of the SUV. The resulting fire ignited the people there, forcing them to run or fall off the side, their screams now of fear and terror as they tried to beat out the flames consuming their clothes and skin.

“Move your ass!” Drawing his dagger, Bolan leaped for the back door and opened it—just as another bottle smashed on the stone street a few meters away. The burst of flame forced a group of approaching Armenians to back away, still staring at Bolan with wide, vacant eyes. Unlike other fuels, the alcohol burned clean, with no smoke, enabling Bolan to see all around him.

“Anyone inside the SUV come to the hotel doors now!” a voice shouted in English.

Bolan looked back at Sevan, who was extricating himself from inside. He had just reached the back when a mottled, liver-spotted hand grabbed his ankle. Bolan tried to find an angle where he could help, perhaps throw his knife as a distraction, but the crazed old man was behind the Armenian, almost completely blocked from sight. He began climbing back in to free Sevan, aware that every second of delay meant more of a chance of being trapped in here again.

“Damn it!” Still clutching the flashlight, the mobster brought it down on his attacker’s arm, snapping it, and then moved to his head, the anodized aluminum flashlight rising and falling until the end was dripping red.

“Come on, Sevan!” Bolan snapped, still watching for attackers. The other man pulled his foot free, got to the rear of the vehicle and stepped out. “This way!”

Bolan shoved him toward the large wooden door, which was cracked open just enough to show a pale face peeking out from inside. He followed as Sevan ran toward the

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.