Slayground by Don Pendleton

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

Chapter 10

Bolan stood in the darkness, watching and waiting as the first of the cult members danced out of the building and into the moonlight. He watched as they built a fire of the trash heap and set it alight. He had no idea why they were doing this, or why they should wish to, but it was clear that they were on a different plane of reality than he was. He inferred this not just from the things they were doing, but also from their jerky, hesitant actions, the way they danced around each other as if only just noticing other people were there. They were barely in command of their senses and their motor functions. He couldn’t say what kind of drug they had taken, only that they were extremely stoned.

Their intoxication would make them unpredictable, but they weren’t as much of a threat in this state as they could have been sober. The chaos and revelry should make it easier for him to extract Elena Anders, but he also had no way of knowing what state she’d be in, or what challenges he’d face in whisking away a hallucinating girl.

The entire community seemed to pour out of the building and congregate around the fire. The flickering light made it hard to identify faces, and each person was clothed in an identical purple robe.

Then he picked out a figure that moved through the crowd with more purpose than the rest of the acolytes. It was a woman, and she was obviously intoxicated, but perhaps not as much as the others. If she was, then she had an iron will that was driving her on. It looked very much as though Elena Anders was her father’s daughter.

Bolan began to step out of the shadows, but held back when he saw the man behind her. He was advancing with the same sense of purpose, trailing in her wake. Bolan recognized his face from the bank raid CCTV footage. If he’d taken the drug, too, he showed no sign of it. He didn’t appear armed, but his loose clothing could be concealing weapons.

Bolan paused to allow the situation to develop. He wanted to be as sure of the ground as possible before making his move.

He was glad that he’d waited when another man appeared in the doorway of the building. Even at this distance, it was obvious from his demeanor that he was stone cold sober. Through the diffused light of the blazing trash heap, the soldier could see the hard glint of his stare as he scoped out the scene.

Bolan guessed that Elena was taking this opportunity to try and make a break. Maybe she had before, or maybe she was under special supervision for some other reason—her political connections, perhaps. Either way, Bolan was certain she wouldn’t get far with both Ricke and Duane on her ass.

It was go time. The young woman was coming toward him, and if he could deflect Duane, then he could get a head start before the stoned throng could get any kind of act together.

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