Pacific Creed by Don Pendleton

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

Happy Valley

Bolan rolled the Land Cruiser to a stop outside Melika’s Place and his undercover team unloaded. It was late, and the soldier didn’t have to feign exhaustion from an exciting weekend but he did put a smile on his face and fired off a belly laugh as he jumped out of the 4 x 4. Melika spooned against him as though she had been doing it all her life. Koa and Hu went into happy couple mode. Bolan slung his duffel bag and the team entered the bar.

Court was in session.

Uncle Aikane and Uncle Nui sat in state one booth forward from the corner. Bolan made it a baker’s dozen of Hawaiian hardcases at the bar and at tables. Tino stood behind the bar.

The corner booth caught Bolan’s attention. Melika’s Place wasn’t exactly well lit, but the light over the corner booth was out. It formed a pool of blackness in the back of the bar. Enfolded in that darkness, Bolan could barely make out the shape of a very large man. The thin man stood in a pool of light beside him like an adjutant. Uncle Aikane spoke quietly. “Koa, Makaha, Melika.” He gave Hu a nod. “Little One.” He turned his attention back to his fellow Hawaiian. “How was your weekend, Koa?”

“Sun, surf, some beer, some grind. What’s not to like?”

Uncle Aikane eyed Bolan shrewdly. “You look tired, Makaha.”

Bolan gave Melika a squeeze. “What’s not to like?”

Melika managed a giggle and blushed. This elicited some grunts of amusement from around the bar.

“The time for partying is over, Koa,” Uncle Aikane intoned. “Now is the time to walk the path.”

Koa disengaged himself from Hu and regarded Aikane with utmost seriousness. “I’m ready, and if I’m not, you will teach me what I need to know, Uncle.”

Grunts of approval rounded the bar.

Aikane turned his attention on Bolan. “And you, Makaha?”

“I have my cousin’s back, and my ohana. To the end.”

Very dangerous men nodded as the die was cast.

“Very well, Koa, you will come with me. Makaha? You will go with Rasul.”

The thin man nodded. Bolan kept his poker face. “Rasul” sure as hell wasn’t a traditional Hawaiian name. Bolan and Koa both nodded. “Yes, Uncle.”

Three men detached themselves from the bar. One was short compared to the roomful of big men but he made up for it by having the T-shirt-stretching physique of a national class bodybuilder. Between his muscle-bound short neck, short arms and short torso he looked like a human fire hydrant. The other two men were lanky and could have almost passed for twins. All three looked to be in their twenties and they all wore T-shirts, cargo shorts and all-terrain sandals. The men looked as though they were about to go hiking save that it was close to two o’clock in the morning. The fire hydrant confirmed Bolan’s suspicions by grabbing a knapsack.

Bolan turned to Koa and gave him the Hawaiian handshake the warrior had taught him. Koa was a past master of the stone face but his eyes conveyed he knew something was terribly wrong.

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