Silent Running by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2013-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Even though Bolan had been doing well in his solitary venture against the terrorists, when the winds started to abate he disengaged from the main battle area. He’d been through a hurricane or two before and knew what was coming next. As long as the eye of the hurricane was overhead and the skies were clear, he intended to keep out of convenient rifle range of the Cubans.

He made his way back deep into the town to a small garden plaza and took cover inside a tourist information booth. He really didn’t count himself as a tourist, but it seemed appropriate. He was surveying his front when a bullet hit the stuccoed wall beside his head.

Hitting the ground, he crawled across the walkway to the raised shrubbery beds bordering the plaza. He wasn’t much of a botanist and didn’t know what he was hiding behind, but the bushes were thick enough to conceal him. The low brick wall bordering the beds gave him some cover.

Since there hadn’t been an immediate follow-up shot, whoever was out there was an experienced shooter and he knew that it wasn’t one of the Mexicans thinking that he was one of the terrorists. There was no mistaking the sound of an AK, so it had to be a Cuban. The Kalashnikov wasn’t a good long-range sniper piece, which meant that the guy had to be fairly close by. He hadn’t had time to check the angle of the shot by the bullet hole in the wall, but he knew it had been fired from close to ground level.

Carefully parting the foliage in front of him so as to make little movement, Bolan peered through the greenery. Three broad streets entered the plaza, and he had a good line of sight to two of them. But if he had a line of sight to those locations, the sniper would, as well. He could be a hundred yards down either of those two streets in a concealed firing position.

A second shot rang out, and though he didn’t see a muzzle-flash, he sent a snap shot down the street directly in front of him. He really didn’t expect it to connect, but even a near miss would tell his opponent that he was still in the game. And a deadly game it was going to be.

He carefully rolled to the side and parted the foliage again. This time he thought he saw a flash of movement right before another shot rang out.

Taking a flash-bang grenade from his harness, Bolan thumbed the fuse and tossed the bomb into the middle of the plaza, which was bare earth. Even as wet as it was, the detonation should create a big enough mud spray for Bolan to duck into the alley behind him.

Crouching with his eyes closed, he counted down to the detonation.

With the flash he was on his feet, crouched low, sprinting for the alley. Two AK rounds sang past his head as he ducked around the side of the building.

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