Secret Agent X-34 The Assassins by Brant House

Author:Brant House
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER VII THE TORTURE FEST

Putting the gun into his pocket, X stepped swiftly into the hall. Behind him he could hear the pounding of clenched fists on the living-room door, which he had locked on Madvig, Poole and Reedan, in order that they might not observe his change of disguises.

He went to the front door, opened it and swaggered down the approach walk. Two men were coming toward him—the Feds. The Agent puckered his lips and began to whistle Gee-Gee Janes' favorite love song. He paused, seemed to notice the two Feds for the first time. He reached for a cigarette, stuck it into his mouth, flamed it.

Match flame illuminated the moon face, the scarred-chin, the unmistakable features of Gee- Gee Janes.

One of the Feds whispered, "That's Janes!" and immediately sprang forward.

X whipped out Janes' gun. He was purposely a split second late in getting the gun out. He had no chance to level it before the G-man was grappling with him.

"Cops want you for murder, Gee-Gee!" snapped the Fed. At the same time he gave X's gun wrist a twist that disarmed the Agent without much trouble. X wanted the G-man to get hold of that gun, yet he wanted the struggle to look as genuine as possible because of the eyes of Sabin's watchers that were peering at him from the shadows.

The second G-man had drawn his gun and was coming to the assistance of the first. X had no desire that his body should be labeled with a ticket reading: "Died resisting arrest." He seized his capable opponent around the middle, lifted him bodily, swung him around so that he was between X and the second G-man. The man with whom he struggled was trying to get in a gun- barrel blow to the Agent's head, but for some reason he found this much more difficult than disarming X.

Again, X swung the man around as the second Fed approached from another angle. Then, as the second man brushed against a clump of shrubbery, a black-masked figure sprang from the shadows, an upraised gun in his hand. The second G-man turned halfway round, sensing danger, only to drop with a groan as the masked man landed his clubbed gun on the G-man's head.

X suddenly released his struggling opponent; ducked under a blow to the head, and shot a short left to the man's middle. The Fed backed, stumbled, hit the ground. X hurdled him, joined the masked man.

"Quick, boss, this way!"

It was Klinker's voice coming from behind the black mask. Sabin must have sent Klinker as one of those to trail the man he supposed to be Janes.

They scrambled through the bushes. Gun-lead traced them, slapping branches, rattling through leaves, whistling over their heads. They gained the open, raced toward the street. Through the gate, they turned to the right, ran perhaps two hundred feet, when a swift, silent car glided up beside them. The rear door sprang open.

"Get in, fools!" Sabin's sibilant whisper ordered.

X shoved Klinker ahead of him into the back seat of the car.

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